Chapter 58
Wyatt returned home, clearly disheartened.
“Im, what’s the matter? Did something go wrong? Damian, lounging on the sofa, eyed his brother’s sollen face.
“No.” Wyatt sighed. “Renee gave me a gift…”
“She did? show me! Damian perked up.
Wyatt eyed Damian warily. “Why the sudden interest?”
Damian reclined again and casually remarked, “I’m just curious about what kind of gift Renee would give you.”
“It’s a tle she designed, with my sumame as the pattern,
Damian straightened up and asked, “Wyatt, could I swap the sports car I got last month for it?
At the mention of the car, Wyatt’s anger flared, “Absolutely not!”
“wyatt!”
“Marcelo got my tie. There’s no point in talking!”Wyatt hissed.
And he missed out on Marcelo’s cartoo!
The regret was eating him up.
Damian, exasperated, fell back onto the sofa. “Will you just finish what you saying? Why do you keep stopping?
Under his breath, he windered, “is Marcelo still with Renice?”
As Damian headed upstairs, Miranda quietly asked Wyatt, “Does Damian not know Marcelo married Renee?
“It’s likely he’s clueless, considering he didn’t even make it into an Ivy League college. Let’s see when he figures it out, Wyatt responded
“Don’t you think Damian has a soft spot for Renee?“Miranda murmuted, then fell silent.
“Well, he’ll just have to deal with it. She’s Marrel’s wife now. He’ll come to terms eventually “Miranda looked towards Damian’s room, her expression one of Ply
He’d always been the family’s target for teasing, the poor thing!
But, they reasoned, he was the only one they could tease.
They decided to make the most of it.
Renee’s life revolved around fashion design after Naomi was released from the hospital and rebamed to the Hudson family.
It was eleven at night when she wrapped up her discussion with the KM Group
Marcelo hadn’t come home. After her nightly routine, she headed to bed.
After a while, she felt a chill as the covers were pulled back and the bed dipped beside fi
The barely asleep Hence frowned, clearly annoyed, ready to scold whoever disturbed het.
Marcelo watched her for a moment then playfully pinched her nose.
Startled and struggling to breathe, Renee awoke. In the dim moonlight,
saw a figure looming over her.
Instinctively, Renee reached out to swat away the annoyance, accidentally touching his crotch
She even pinched it as retaliation.
“ol…“Marcelo flinched, caught off guard.
As he retracted his hand, Renee, unaware of what she’d touched, burrowed deeper into the covers, She just wanted to sleep without interruptions. But Marcelo wasn’t having it. He pulled her out and pinched her nose again, his expressiondack “Stop 11, Marcelo! Bener was both care and groREY-
She closed her eyes after yelling, determined to sleep
“You’re still sleepy?“He mused, incredulous at her determination to rest.
In this instance, Magorio took a direct approach, gently grasping Reries’s hands. He leaned forward, tenderly patting her face with his other hand.
is touch was soft, almost affectionate, yet forceful enough to rouse her from slumber.
“Marcelo, you’re really getting on my nerves”
Irritability had taken hold of Renee that moming. Sitting up abruptly, the shot Marcelo an angry glam.
Unbeknownst to her, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink upon awakening, and her eyes sparkled enchantingly even in her armoyance,
“Mr. King, where is my present ?a
She was incredulous. He had disturbed her sleep, and now he demanded a gin?
Chapter
In his dreams!
“You’re in for a lesson, Rence,” Marcelo remarked. She had prepared a present for Wyatt bur neglected to consider one for him!
Wasn’t he the one who got Wyatt to do the surgery?
The thought increasingly infuriated Marcelo.
Renee, sensing his grip on her hand, quickly came back to reality.
Instinctively, she protested, “Marcelo, my hand is hurting. I’ve been working all day Can we do this another day,please?”
Marcelo then drew her towards the bed’s center
She had inadvertently rolled to the edge earlier.
“What are you thinking about, Renee?” Marcelo arched an eyebrow subtly.
Plustered, Renee stammered a defensive explanation, “I’m overthinking because you’re too sexually active. It’s not my fault.”
Hisser was laced with scom.
“I’ll give you a week to prepare the gift for me.“With that, he retumed to bed.
Renee, watching his back, felt perplexed.
Why did he suddenly demand a gift?
Couldn’t he simply buy whatever he needed himself?
Upon her arrival at KCM Group, Rence discovered that STAR Jewelry’s spokesperson had changed from Catherine to Alyssa.
Nowadays, it was increasingly common for wealthy heirs to venture into the entertainment industry.
Owing to her family’s influence, Alyssa had featured in several dramas during her college years. In terms of popularity, Alyssa was arguably a more fitting representative for STAR Jewelry than Catherine.
“Miss Alyssa, meet our stylist, Miss Renee. She’s tu charge of your red carpet look today.” The KM Group staff escorted Renee to the styling room.
As the face of STAR Alyssa was expected to adom this season’s signature jewelry at the fashion week, showcasing STAR’s splendor. Consequently, KM Group also Dersom Alyssa’s red carpet ensemble.
*No introductions necessary. We’re acquainted.” Reclining on the sola, Alyssa showed no loterest in getting up to greet Renee
“what a coincidence,” Renee remarked, unfazed.
Renee and Alyssa, though both part of the affluent youth circle, were hardly acquainted.
Alyssa, with a sly smile, pulled out her phone. “I stumbled upon some gossip today, and guess what, it’s about Miss Hudson.”
Curious eyes tumed to Alyssa’s phone, where a forum post exclaimed.“Shocking Rence rides on a man’s coattails. It’s suspected that she was ‘the other
Woman‘.
The photo showed Renee and Wyatt in a Koenigsegg, Wyatt’s back to the camera, but flenee’s face mostly visible.
Despite the photo’s lack of clarity, Reneewas identifiable.
“Miss Hudson, you may not be a household name professionally, but you’re certainly a gossip column staple,” Alyssa remarked smugly. “T’d prefer a different stylist, one without scandalous baggage.”
The onlookers‘ pazes shitted.
Despite privately admiring Renee’s beauty and aesthetic sense, their opinions of Renee were now tainted by the label the other woman“.
Renee, without uttering a word, had herabranded as a gossip regular and an adulteress
“Miss Alyssa, are you the photographer, or do you know the man in the photo?” Bertee inquired, leaning against a table.
“I don’t have that much free time, “Alyssa retorted, sipping her coffee disdainfully. “But the man you were with last time wasn’t the one in the photo.”
The difference between a man who could stand up and a man who sat on a wheelchair was obvious.
So, Miss Alyssa, you’re judging me based on a rumor? Has the showbiz clouded your rationality? Renee challenged.
“Rener, you!” Alyss, frustrated, could barely respond.
