Chapter 100 Mean nothing.
Chapter <b>100 </b>Mean nothing
However, as Marcelo thought more about the video, the image of Renee dancing in grand attire in front of a multitude of people on the set crossed his mind. Many eyes were fixed on her during those moments.
Although he hadn’t personally witnessed her dance, others had the privilege of doing so.
Thinking of this, he felt a sense of discontent.
Later that night, Renee received a picture message.
The image captured a moment from her dance earlier that day.
Initially, she was uncertain whether to be surprised about why Marcelo possessed this picture or that he had sent her a message with an attached image.
She dialed his number.
The call connected promptly.
“Hello.”
Not having heard his voice for a few days, her heart raced a bit faster now.
“Why do you have a picture of my dance?” Renee inquired, “Did the director forward it <b>to </b>you?”
Instead of a direct answer, Marcelo stated, “Renee, you have never performed ssical dance for me.”
She sensed an unexined tinge of jealousy in his brief remark.
Why did she harbor such a perception?
“But I did perform jazz for you,” she retorted.
Moreover, who would engage in ssical dance when there were more interesting things to do?
Dissatisfied, Marcelo responded, “You were coerced into dancing for me, and you were dressed casually.”
Renee found herself at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond to his somewhat ridiculousint.
Admitting she would dance for him aspensation in the future seemed too embarrassing for her.
Swiftly changing the topic,she asked, “Why don’t you have my W******p? Who stillmunicates through text messages?”
Marcelo replied, “I don’t use W******p. I prefer direct calls.<b>” </b>He was implying that texting was Renee’s prerogative.
Expressing surprise, Renee questioned, “Who doesn’t use W******p nowadays?”
His tone turned grave as he asked, “Are you implying I’m outdated, Renee?”
She quickly shifted the conversation. “No, not at all. By the way, I still owe you a gift. I’ll give <b>it </b><b>to </b>you when you return.”
“Did you design it yourself?” He inquired.
Renee was momentarily at a loss for words.
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Was <b>it </b>hér imagination<b>, </b>or did <b>Marcelo </b>seem to beparing her gift to the tie she gave Wyatt earlier<b>? </b>
She affirmed, “Yes.”
“Okay.“Marcelo seemed content with the response.
Following the <b>call</b>, a number texted her on W******p with a simple ‘Hello‘
The contact’s nickname was a period.
Slightly puzzled, Renee guessed it must be Marcelo so she saved his number.
She noticed that the ount resembled a new and unfamiliar profile.
She messaged, “Marcelo?”
Then she received a simple answer: “Yeah.”
Confirming it was indeed Marcelo, Renee couldn’t help but find amusement in the fact that he swiftly registered a new W******p ount despite iming not to have one.
yfully, she typed, “I thought you didn’t use W******p.
He replied, “It’s ten o’clock. Aren’t you going to bed?”
Renee refrained from asking further.
She entertained the thought that Marcelo might not be in a mood to chat. The more she pondered the message, the more she felt the urge tough, eventually rolling on the bed in amusement.
She typed, “Alright, good night.”
After sending the message, she recalled that it was still daytime in London.
Before she could add more, Renee received a message from Marcelo: “Good night.”
Renee received the results of her YEAR submission three months prior. After wrapping up crew–rted tasks, she promptly flew to the neighboring city.
The YEAR stood as a prestigious visualpetition in the fashion industry, serving as a benchmark for excellence in fashion styling.
The award ceremony had yet tomence.
Initially nning to message Marcelo on W******p, Renee decided it was more fitting to call him with thepetition results.
Eager to share the news, she wished to inform him that she had clinched the prestigious gold prize in YEAR, bing the youngest recipient of this professional award
While Renee had achieved more significant awards in the past, the excitement she felt no aplishments.
urpassed those
Would Marcelo express admiration, or would he yfully ask, “Mrs. King, are you expecting a reward?”
She seized the opportunity and gave him a call. She waited for an extended period of time. When the call finally connected, Renee said, “Hello, Marcelo, I…”
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“Hello? I’m sorry, but Marcelo doesn’t have his phone. May I ask who’s calling? If there’s a message, I can pass it on,” a woman’s voice on the phone exined.
A sudden chill ran through Renee’s veins, as if a bucket of icy water had been emptied over her head. Stammering, Renee questioned, “Who…Who are you? Are you his assistant?”
She recalled Marcelo never allows others to answer his calls
He disyed possessiveness over his personal belongings, simr to his aversion to others entering his bedroom.
The woman responded, “Sorry, I can’t disclose my identity, but I’m not his assistant.”
Her words carried a touch of caution.
The woman’s demeanor resembled that of a hostess guarding against an unfamiliar caller. Suddenly, an absurd spection crossed Renee’s mind. It seemed Marcelo hadn’t saved her phone number?
Her number appeared in his address book like that of a stranger?
If not, the woman on the other end of the call wouldn’t ask who she was and why she was calling.
Marcelo couldn’t even save her number on his phone?
Was that how little she meant to him?
Flustered, Renee uttered, “Sorry, wrong number,” before promptly ending the call.
Who was the woman who picked up the phone a moment ago?
Renee blinked her eyes, a slight soreness settling in. Her heart seemed to be silently stabbed, causing her unspoken pain.
In that moment, the host announced, “Let’s wee Miss Renee Hudson to the stage, the youngest recipient of this year’s golden prize in visual arts.”
Renee quicklyposed herself, managed a smile, and ascended the stage to ept her award. Following her speech, the host left her alone on stage.
“Miss Hudson, as the youngest awardee in visual arts, you’ve garnered much attention. On behalf of everyone, I must ask, what is your preference in men? There are many who’d like to meet you.”
Such a mix of professional and personal inquiries was typical in their circles.
Holding the microphone, Renee responded, “I appreciate the concern from my seniors and peers, but I’m taken.”
With that, she exited the stage.
Descending the stairs, she overheard whispered conversations.
“Renee’s taken? By who?”
“The fashion world’s buzzingtely. I heard Vivian’s showcasing her work in London, with marcelo from KM Group attending.”
“Marcelo?He rarely joins events that aren’t business–rted. Now, he’s attending Vivian’s exhibition? That’s strange.There must be something going on between them.
“They do seem like a good match.”
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Vivian.
It was that name again.
The same woman was with him in Japan.Renee gulped.
Marcelo had given her his word to be faithful to her.
Did that mean nothing?