Talk to me
Her rapport with Damian was standard social fare, but was Marcelo’s rtionship with Vivian the same?
Staring at the ceiling, Renee closed her eyes tight, unsure how to navigate this emotional tempest. She was regretful that she had advanced her rtionship with Marcelo.
Suddenly, a knock echoed on the door of the cubicle.
“upied, “Renee replied instinctively.
However, the knocking persisted, forceful in its rhythm.
Through the gap under the cubicle door, Renee glimpsed trousers and men’s shoes. What in the world was going on?!
It was a man!
Why the hell was a man in thedies‘ room?
Anxious, Renee held her breath for a moment, cautiously.standing.
The knock on the door came again.
The Moore family banquet shouldn’t pose any danger. Maybe it was an emergency, and they needed to reach her.
With a defensive stance, Renee cautiously opened the door.
As soon as it cracked open, a forceful push came from outside. A tall figure barged in, pinning Renee against the door.
He kissed her passionately.
Wide–eyed, Renee met the familiar eyes so close to hers.
His eyes, dark and stormy with negative vibes.
Marcelo…Bursting into thedies‘ room?
When Marcelo’s hand grazed her dress, reality hit, and Renee pushed him away.
“Marcelo…Hmm…Let go of me!Let go of me!”
With inherent power dynamics at y,Marcelo effortlessly secured Renee’s hands above her head with one hand.
With the other, he had free rein.
Renee struggled, but it was futile.
“Marcelo, are you out of your mind? This is a bathroom. The Moore‘ house bathroom!”
“You can speak louder and draw Damian here, “Marcelo remarked with a sly smile.
Rarely did he disy such evident emotions, except when Renee was around.
Aware that she was in a public restroom, Renee wouldn’t dare to make amotion.
If they did indeed draw attention, the entire city would soon be aware that the adopted daughter of the Hudson family and Marcelo from the King family were engaging in questionable activities in the bathroom. Additionally, there would be rumors that Marcelo’s supposedly disabled legs miraculously recovered.
Suddenly, a tinge of mncholy swept over Reno
Why would she even consider preserving Marcelo image at this point? Could it be that the lows him more than she loves herself now?
Her dress was unzipped by the man, and the chilly air priced at her skin.
Renee involuntarily trembled, her heart tightening “Marco, if you do this, I won’t forgive you
Fearing that her voice might draw unwanted attention, Renee spoke in hushed tones, her eyes misting with tears Marcelo was taken aback, observing her teary eyes. He asked in a cold tone, “Why are you crying?”
Attempting to stifle her tears, Renee involuntarily shed a drop thatnded on the man’s suit jacket, was qádky absorbed, and vanished.
Witnessing the tears, Marcelo’s heart ached.
“Am I so undesirable to you?“His gaze grew intense.
Renee avoided his gaze, choosing not to engage or speak. Tears lingered in her eyes, <b>giving </b>her a stubborn and pitiable appearance.
Her reluctance was evident.
Indeed, she didn’t want to do it. Who would be willing to engage in such activities in this ce at <b>this </b>time?
Marcelo re–zipped her dress and inquired, “Are you okay now?”
Stepping back, he noticed her lipstick had smudged due to their kiss.
Nevertheless, Renee simply gazed at the floor, choosing not to engage in conversation.
She was throwing a tantrum.
“Thank you all for being part of my birthday celebration!“Miranda’s voice echoed in the profound silence from outside.
Before Marcelo could stop her, Renee hastily opened the door and ran away.
It was only then that Renee realized there was no one outside, just a wheelchair stationed near the restroom.
Several meters away, a man stood.
Damian inquired, “Renee, where were you?Marcelo is searching for you. What happened?”
Seeing the tears in her eyes, he was momentarily perplexed. Observing her smeared lipstick, he added, “You…”
His gaze fixated on her lips.
It was only then that Renee recalled applying lipstick earlier. The smudging must have urred during Marcelo’s
kiss.
id put it on. Feeling fortunate for her habit of carrying a mask, she swiftly retrieved one from her handb “Damian, why are you here? Your mother’s birthday ceremony has already started. Shouldn’t you be with her?” Damian inquired, maintaining an appearance of normalcy despite her lingering embarrassment.
She wasn’t even sure if he had overheard her conversation with Marcelo in the restroom.
Damian exined, “Marcelo mentioned you were missing, so we came to find you.” He inquired, “Are you
alright? And where is he?”
“I’m fine, “Renee replied.
Marcelo emerged in a wheelchair, his lips disying a subtle change and appearing notably flushed.
As an adult with varied experiences, Damian promptlyprehended the situation. He felt a mixture of embarrassment and shock.
Had Marcelo and Renee been doing something in the bathroom?
When the wheelchair came to a halt beside Renee, Damian instantly sensed the peculiar atmosphere between the two individuals.
“Um, Marcelo, should we head there now?“Damian was perplexed, briefly wondering if Marcelo had a motive for bringing him along to search for Renee.
“Sorry, Damian. I’m not feeling well. I’d like to head home. Renee felt it wasn’t fitting for her to stay at the party in her current condition.
The gift was delivered, and greetings were exchanged, so leaving now wouldn’t be impolite.
“What about Marcelo?” Edwin inquired.
“We’ll head back. Please apologize to your mother on our behalf.”
“Alright, I’ll escort you out.“Damian nodded.
With that, Renee and Marcelo exited through the side door.
As Damian observed the backs of the two individuals, his eyes abruptly froze. The hairpin he had gifted to Renee was no longer in ce.
During the journey back to the house, Luke sensed something amiss with Renee.
“Mrs. King, are you feeling upset?”
Renee caught sight of her reflection in the car window, realizing her countenance wasn’t asposed as she had assumed.
“I’m just a bit tired, “Renee replied, gazing out the window.
Luke nced at the rearview mirror once more, noting the noticeable distance between the couple in the back seat. Was it just fatigue?
Subsequently, Renee headed straight to her room upon arrival, avoiding conversation. True to her etiquette- conscious nature, she merely nodded in response to Chad’s greeting.
“Mr. King, did you have a fight with her?“Chad inquired, speaking in a hushed tone.
Marcelo pressed his lips together, offering no response.
Chadprehended. They had indeed had an argument.
After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Reneey on the bed. She hoped to go to sleep as soon as possible, thinking that if she could fall asleep, she wouldn’t dwell on things too much. However, sleep eluded her.
Marcelo refrained from returning to their room. Through the master bedroom’s French window, Renee glimpsed the illuminated study.
After a while, she found herself unable to fall asleep and opted to go out for a walk.
“Where are you going?”
As Renee reached the staircase, the study door swung open
The man stood beneath the doorframe, and the scent of smoke wafted out.
Preferring not to engage in conversation, she proceeded downstairs.
“What’s the matter, Renee? What’s going on?Why are you so upset?“Marcelo swiftly walked over and seized her
wrist.
Gazing at the patterns on the floor, she responded, “I’m not.”
She didn’t believe she was having a tantrum.
There was no cause for such behavior.
However, she did have a reason.
He pinned her against the corridor railing, sneering. “Is this about me taking the gift from Damian?”
He wondered if she was upset with him just because of Damian.
“It has nothing to do with Damian,” She asserted, puzzled by his sudden persistence in the matter.
“So, what’s going on?Talk to me.Please.“Marcelo’s patience wore thin.He didn’t like seeing her like this.
It made him feel so disturbed.