Chapter <b>95 </b>In <b>our </b><b>bed </b>
Charlie couldn’t help butugh, covering his mouth with his hand before awkwardly clearing his throat.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean tough.Rence doesn’t unt her wealth. That’s good.”
Renee, however, saw through him and knew that Charlie’sughter was intentional.
“If there’s nothing else, I will go back to my room first.“Renee didn’t want to waste her time there.
“Renee, what are you proud of? Acquiring your wealth by sleeping with men? If you’re bold enough, summon Mr. King to settle the score with me. For a hooker, you take yourself too seriously!” Herman angrily shouted as Renee walked away.
Returning to her room, Renee opened the door and was surprised to find a man inside.
What?
For a moment, she questioned if she had entered the wrong room. Doubting herself, she verified the door number. It was indeed her room.
“Marcelo, why are you in my room? Why haven’t you left?” She hurriedly entered and closed the door, grateful that she had spent money to upgrade the standard room to a single room.
This single room, though luxurious, was rtively smallerpared to the presidential suite Marcelo used to upy. However, it maintained a sense of simplicity.
“I’m lodging here.”
Seated in the armchair, he had documents spread on the tea table: read on one side, unread on the other. He appeared quite at home in this makeshift office.
“What do you mean by lodging here?” Renee frowned her brows.
“I need to stay here for another two days, “Marcelo exined. “It’s quiet here.”
“You have work here, and to avoid disturbances from Joseph and the others in the presidential suite, you chose to stay quietly in my room?” Renee understood the practicality but couldn’t understand why she had to agree to it.” There are numerous hotels nearby. Why not stay in one of them?”
Without uttering a word, Marcelo looked up at Renee,his expression seemingly questioning, “Can’t I stay here? Are you asking me to leave?”
Renee was silenced by his look.
Legally, Marcelo was her husband, and staying here was within his rights.
However, as the CEO of the KM Group, wasn’t it ufortable for him to upy a room of less than forty square meters?
Unable to decipher his thoughts, Renee finally sighed andpromised, saying, “Alright. By the way, have you eaten yet?”
Noticing the absence of food in the room, she wondered whether he had skipped his meal.
“No.”
To Marcelo, the bad tasting food in the hotel did not deserve to be eaten.
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Thinking of the fried chicken he had arranged for the <b>crew </b>earlier, Renee suggested, “How about I take you out for dinner?<b>” </b>
There was a night market street about two kilometers away from the studio city.
Both sides of the street were lined with all sorts of stalls selling food and merchandise.
d in a ck cashmere overcoat and a mask, Marcelo strolled down the street, drawing considerable attention.
“The woman over there is taking pictures of you,” Renee remarked, standing on tiptoe to discreetly point at the woman, offering a smiling reminder to Marcelo.
He frowned slightly.
“She should be an influencer.“Renee rified, “There are many influencers broadcasting live every night on this street. Some showcase themselves, while others capture images of pedestrians. Wearing a mask ensures no one recognizes you.”
Interrupting their walk, the woman with long curly hair, whom Renee had just noticed, approached with filming equipment. She cheerfully requested, “Mr. handsome and Miss beautiful, excuse me, I’m a short video interview Youtuber who focuses on gender rtions. Would it be convenient for you to answer a few questions?”
Marcelo appeared displeased, almost projecting the words get out” on his handsome face. “Sorry… We can’t do it at the moment.” Renee apologized.
Despite the rejection, the Youtuber was reluctant to let go of the chance to interview two individuals with such remarkable presence. She pleaded, “Just give me two minutes, please. It’ll be just two minutes. It’s not easy for me to make a living.”
With an understanding of thepetitive short videondscape and a sense ofpassion, Renee, typically easy- going, hesitated for a moment before asking, “What do you want to interview?”
The Youtuber beamed. “Are you two lovers?”
Renee nced at Marcelo and replied, “Uh, no.”
Before Renee could finish her sentence, Marcelo interjected, “She is my wife.”
Renee looked at him in astonishment.
“Wow!” the Youtuber eximed excitedly. “Miss beautiful, you look only twenty years old. You got married so early. Do handsome men and beautiful women get married early nowadays?”
Renee, braving the situation, nodded. “I’m over the legal age to get married.”
The Youtuber burst intoughter. “You are so cute. Have you two ever had a fight?”
Renee hesitated but eventually nodded. “Yes, we do fight.‘
Although it was more like they weren’t on speaking terms.
Curious, the Youtuber asked, “Then what is the best way for you to resolve conflicts?”
It seemed like there was no clear solution. They just naturally reconciled.
Uncertain how to respond, Renee nced at Marcelo, whose eyes exuded coldness.
He bluntly replied, “In our bed.”
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The Youtuber was shocked. “Uh…”
Renee was both dumbstruck and speechless.
“Hahaha…” The Youtuber couldn’t help but cover her mouth and burst intoughter. She gave Marcelo a thumbs up and said, “Good job, handsome.”
“No…<b>” </b>Renee, with a flushed face, attempted to exin.
The Youtuber, satisfied with the response, looked at Marcelo’s impatient eyes and quickly <b>said</b>, “Okay! Thank you both. May you live happily ever after!”
“Can you watch your mouth in front of the camera, Mr. King?” Renee cautioned, “That Youtuber is not Luke, nor is she your driver.”
She stood on the road, rubbing her forehead, still unable to shake off his unexpected words which clearly indicated that they had sex to reconcile all the time.
Marcelo<b>, </b>seemingly oblivious to the situation, asked, “Did I say anything wrong?”
She sighed, “But she is a Youtuber. There may be minors watching the video. Can’t you consider the mental health of minors?”
“The deficiency in our country’s education of minors lies in the failure to address gender rtions,”mented Marcelo.
Renee was rendered speechless.
She realized that Marcelo reluctance to talk wasn’t due to ack of eloquence.