Chapter 103 Who she is


    Marcelo, idly ying with therge sapphire on his wheelchair’s armrest, regarded Damian closely, focusing his attention on him.


    He Inquired, “Do you like Renee?”


    “No…no..I don’t.“Damian replied quickly, his heart racing You know we had some misunderstandings before. We’ve only just resolved them and aren’t even close friends!


    Marcelo didn’t seem concerned with what Damian thought. Just remember what you’ve said and don’t ever forget who she is to me.“he advised, his words sounding more like a warning,


    “I need to find my mom,“Damian said, forcing a smile, unaware of how strained he looked.


    When Miranda saw Damian looking lost, she teased, “What happened? You look like you’ve lost your soul.”


    Sitting on the armchair next to Miranda, Damian asked gloomily, “Mom, am I significantly inferior to Marcelo?”


    After a moment’s thought,Miranda replied candidly, “There’s a vast difference between you and that man.Please don’t cross him.”


    This only made Damian feel worse.


    “You’re interested in that girl, aren’t you?” Miranda asked with a yful smile.


    “Who? Which girl?”


    “Renee, of course.”


    Damian was surprised by what she said. “No way, I’ve known her since we were kids. If I had liked her, I would’ve known long before now.”


    Miranda couldn’tprehend why her son was so ignorant


    Why would Damian always hover around Renee and tease her when they were younger if he didn’t like her?


    Why would he give her that ck gemstone he had found and polished himself on hering of age if he had no feelings for her?


    “Whether you have feelings for Renee is irrelevant. Just put it out of your mind. She belongs to Marcelo, “Miranda advised, pausing to sip her tea.


    “What are my thoughts about it? I haven’t been thinking about anything, “Damian replied with a hint of defiance in his voice. “And she doesn’t belong to him?They’re just dating.They aren’t married.”


    Miranda was amused. Her son had unexpectedly made a valid observation. “They are married,” she informed him.


    At this, Damian’s head shot up, and he stared at Miranda in astonishment.


    *


    Not wanting a soul to disturb her, Renee nestled into a quiet corner, engrossed in her phone.


    A post from someone named YANG on I*******m caught her eye.


    It featured an Indian mask thatcked aesthetic appeal.


    The apanying caption read: “Crafted by Mr. King. Blissful vibes.”


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    YANG turned out to be Vivian.


    Suddenly, a wave of absurdity washed over Rence.


    She felt utterly ludicrous<b>. </b>


    She had specifically hinted to Marcelo about desiring a handmade Indian mask. If he couldn’t manage that, a simple gesture like grabbing a maple tea would have sufficed.


    But what was the oue?


    He went ahead, crafted a mask, and handed it to another wornan.


    He simply didn’t have the time for her, but she clung to expectations like a <b>drowning </b>person would cling to a lifebuoy.


    How preposterous!


    Marcelo had offered her some perks. Why did she presume entitlement?


    It felt as though a wad of cotton had lodged itself in her throat, choking her heart, and rendering her breathless.


    Renee was hurtling down a rabbit hole of emotions. She decided to swap her juice for champagne, ready to drown her vexation.


    But Marcelo intervened, sping her wrist.


    “Do you aim to get stered at someone else’s party?” Even from his wheelchair, he managed to exert amanding presence.


    Once Renee regained her senses, she reluctantly set the ss down.


    Drinking in a setting like this wasn’t the wisest choice, despite the strong urge.


    Marcelo, content with herpliance, held her hand, gently tracing his fingertips across the back. “Mrs. King, who ruffled your feathers?” he inquired.


    “No one,” She retorted, turning her face away, fearing that meeting Marcelo’s gaze would unleash her pent–up emotions.


    Marcelo tightened his grip, causing a pang of pain. She turned to face him, fury in her eyes.


    “You’re hurting me. Let me go!” she demanded.


    He gestured for her to speak.


    He wasn’t releasing her without an exnation.


    Little Waltzes was ying live in the background as he sat in his wheelchair and held her hand. She stood, seeming to be having a tantrum as she turned her head slightly to the side.


    Their silence spoke volumes as the onlookers sensed an intimate connection.


    Unbeknownst to Renee, the guests observed them keenly. Marcelo, on the other hand, remained indifferent.


    “Enough of this! My mom will make an appearance soon. Spare us the public affection, or I’ll be on the fast track to a forced wedding!“Wyatt interjected, noticing the intensity between the two. Quick to put on a facade in front of others, Renee conjured a smile.


    “Dr. Moore, long time no see,” she greeted Wyatt.


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    Renee always referred to Wyatt as Dr. Moore after he savedna,


    “First, let’s go to the hallway. Why are you two staying in dos corner, huh?“Wyatt led the way to the hall, oblivious to the undercurrents between Renee and Marcelo


    Instantly nodding, Renee saw Wyatt as her lucky charm.


    Marcelo’s darkened expression, however, betrayed his displeasure at Renee’s seemingly favorable attitude toward Wyatt.


    In the ensuing hours, Renee’s mind remained entangled in a web of distraction.


    When Damian resurfaced with Miranda, Renee failed to notice his asional nces.Marcelo, however, caught every fleeting look.


    For the sake of the Moore family and Wyatt, Marcelo opted not to make a scene with Damian, as long as Damian kept his distance.


    And instead of letting Renee know how Damian felt about her, Marcelo opted to make Damian understand that he should not desire his wife.


    Marcelo deftly removed the Chanel pearl hairpin from Renee’s locks.


    “What are you doing?” she inquired, touching her hair, perplexed.


    “I’ll get you a new one tomorrow,” He said, scrutinizing the hairpin.


    Damian, the kind of guy who’d never hand out sneakers or watches to the gents and flowers or bags to thedies. It was the first time he had dished out such a thoughtful token.


    Marcelo rolled his eyes inwardly. And the lucky recipient of Damian’s generosity was none other than his wife. “Marcelo, it’s a gift from someone.” As Ellie reached for it, Marcelo pulled a slick dodge.


    “Mrs. King, this is a gift from another man.“He tucked the hairpin into his bag.


    Renee’s suppressed emotions were bubbling up, an anger ready to boil over.


    “So what? Can’t a girl have male friends? I’ve been getting gifts from the opposite sex since I was knee–high. Are you saying I should chuck them all? It was just a gift, for heaven’s sake! I’m innocent here. You’re out of line poking your nose in this!”


    “Do you care that much about what Damian gave you?” His face was as cold as ice.


    “Yes. So what?” Renee hissed.


    Inside, she was aware that it wasn’t about Damian; it was about something deeper.


    The tension, teetering on the edge, shed with the festive vibe of the party. Someone caught wind of themotion and nced over.


    Taking a deep breath, Renee didn’t want her emotions spiraling any further. “I need a break, I bathroom.”


    J to use the


    After nearly ten minutes spent in the toilet cubicle, Renee’s mind reyed information about Vivian; what she’d heard, seen, asked, and the phone call.


    Why should Marcelo be concerned about her receiving gifts when he was ying his own game with another woman?


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