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Marvin occupied a VIP ward on the top floor of the hospital. Marcelo’s private guards stood guard outside,

ensuring both privr

and sately.

At Sarah’s persuasion, Rence reluctantly left for srest. Marvin was out of danger now, and Marcela’s icy

glares at Sarah were the only entertainment on offer.

Renee hadn't slept the previous night. After a shower at home, she longed for smuch-needed rest

To her surprise, as she settled into bed, a certain someone appeared, deftly undressing her with his fiery hands

“Aren’t you heading to work?!“Renee exclaimed, but her protest was too late.

Marcelo kissed her forehead, ears, and neck and as usual, she was easily aroused by him.

He couldn’t help but wonder whether she valued him more than Sarah. Despite the lack of an answer, he

persisted with that tedious question. In an attempt to alleviate his frustration and assert his significance to

Renee, he sought intimacy with her.

The sun had ascended by the tthey concluded their passionate morning interlude. Finally ensconced in the

quilt, Renee succumbed to sleep.

Renee's eyes were closed with a lingering haze.

Marcelo, in all his human vigor, left her marveling at his boundless energy.

After a shower, Marcelo, now in a bathrobe, stepped onto the balcony for a smoke. On his return, he noticed

Renee's phone screen lighting up with a call.

It was Howard's call.

Interrupting her slumber, Renee frowned in protest against the persistent intrusion.

Seeing this, Marcelo glanced at the buzzing phone and decided to answer it.

The ceaseless vibrations ceased as he picked up. Howard's voice, clear and resolute, emanated from the phone.

“Hello, Renee. It's Howard. We need ssnapshots for the lecture poster. Can you senda few?” the person

on the other end suggested.

Marcelo responded nonchalantly, “She is sleeping.”

A pause followed on Howard's end.

“Who's this?” Howard's tone turned wary as if entering a high-stakes negotiation.

Marcelo mused that this was how a scion of the Lee family should sound.

“Marcelo,” he replied.

Howard had harbored a suspicion that it was Marcelo. Still, he couldn't hide his frustration when Marcelo

validated his intuition, causing him to clench his fists.

It seemed fate had, once again, validated those rumors.

“Mr. King, could you pass the phone to Ellie? | have something to discuss with her.”

“I just told you,she’s asleep, “Marcelo replied, observing Renee still sleeping.

“It’s afternoon already. Is she still sleeping?”

Howard doubted Marcelo’s words, sensing a lie.

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Marcelo couldn't help last find the situation amusing

He quipped, “Did you catch that?”

“You, you.” Howard struggled for words.

“I can’t even disturb my woman right now because she’s tired the wat

“Uh... Hold on! You, you Forget it,” Howard stemmered in pende

Ignoring his hesitation, Marcelo nonchalantly hung up

Buried in the quilts, breathing beca challenge

Marcelo tucked Renee in, intending to catch a few more winks, bee pile of grating wits to float.

Relocating his laptop to the bedroom, he propped himself against the heaters, wody worth to deat

When Renee stirred from her slumber sometlater she found herself in a base, her thoufenberg

The room, shrouded in darkness with only a faint bedside lamp costing a warm Bow on the was advislegg somet

deepen her confusion.

“Are you not going to the office?“Renee, fumbling in the dark for her phone, was, “We say and

Marcelo handed her phone from the bedside table, remarking, “It's almost evning

Shaking her head, Renee, still groggy, mumbled, “Something's not

Suddenly, a realization struck her. Eyeing Marcelo’s laptop warily, she dared not make a sound

“I'm not in a video conference.” He chuckled, amused at her apprehension

Renee peeked over, confirming he was reading an email.

A wave of relief washed over her. “I thought | was in for another embarrassing moment

She couldn't take another one,

“Howard called you.” After setting his laptop aside, Marcelo climbed off the bed.

“What? Why?” Renee, now composed, replied, “I'll call him back

Marcelo regarded Renee with an inscrutable expression. She was in her just-awakened state, oblivious to the

man’s extrusarzé demeanor.

“Howard, you called me?” Renee called Howard back, unaware of the phone conversation between Marcelo and

Howard

Howard expressed his need for her photographs.

ag beauty waxSE'T always a positive thing, particularly when it had to do with her professional performance. It

would easy get people to pay attention to her face rather than her performance.

“Can’t,the poster be designed using only words? | don’t want you to use my photos,” Renee said. H

“Okay,” Howard replied. He just used acquiring her photos as an excuse to have a word with Renee, but he had

no idea that the

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previous call would be answered by Marcelo.

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“Renee, you and Mr. King...Are you living together?”

“Yes, we live together.”

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