NovelEnglishVivian staggered back two steps before she was able to stop herself. Eyes wide, she stared at Marcelo in
disbelief, her mind a confused mess.
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After a long time, she finally managed a weak, unconvincing smile. "I know... The other day, | heard Luke call her
Mrs. King."
Uttering these words was exceptionally challenging for her.
Vivian couldn't accept the fact that another woman had already becMarcelo's wife, a position she had
longed for and fantasized about for years!
She clasped her hands in front of her. When she looked at him again, she was calm, the true picture of
composure.
However, one look at her white, tightly clenched fingers made it clear she was anything but.
"Marcelo, you...When did you get together with her? Why didn't | hear anything of it?Renee Hudson has been
famous since she was a child. Why didn't you have feelings for her..."
"I don't need to explain anything about my marriage to you. Renee and | are married and | intend to be with her
for the rest of my life."Marcelo was a little more patient with Vivian than he was with others, but he could only
answer one question patiently.
"Marcelo, is it because of Renee that you kind of pushedaway. She doesn't want you to hang out with me,
does she?"Vivian chose her words carefully.
"It's not because of her. It's because of me.l only want to hang out with my wife."Marcelo suddenly recalled
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRenee's attitude, so he added, "Remember to take a coat along the next tyou go out. | will not lend out my
coat again."
He didn't add anything to the abrupt sentence, but anyone with a functioning brain could discern what he truly
meant.
Upon hearing this, Vivian's complexion grew visibly pale. She hung her head with a sense of guilt and quietly
replied, "I understand...We have known each other since childhood, and throughout the years, you have always
been there to take care of me. I'm sorry | didn't anticipate that Renee would...mind it so much."
She almost said that Renee was so narrow-minded and annoying.
Seeing that Vivian had nothing else to say, Marcelo nodded at her and moved towards Renee's direction.
While sitting on the sofa, Renee started feeling a little sleepy. She couldn't help but squint and let out a gentle
yawn, like a content cat basking in the warmth of the sun.
When she opened her eyes again, there was a wheelchair in front of her.
"Are you sleepy? It's just seven o'clock." Marcelo frowned slightly, thinking that she was not feeling well.
"Humph. Are you saying you don't have any clue why | would be so sleepy?"
Since they were in public, Renee had no choice but to restrain her unhappiness. Marcelo looked down and
chuckled.
Vivian, trailing a few steps behind, overheard Renee's words. From her angle, she could see a red hickey next to
the collar of her black turtleneck sweater.
They were all adults, so anyone who saw it would be able to figure out how Renee got that mark.
It was winter now, so no mosquito could have bitten her.
"Welcback, Miss Lambert."Renee looked over Marcelo's shoulder to address the woman behind him.
"Thank you,"Vivian replied, though
she found the greeting to be anything but welcoming If anything. it felt like a provocation. "It looks like you are
not in good spirits, Miss Hudson. Please feel free to retire early and get srest."
Renee was an eyesore to Vivian, and she wanted to get rid of the woman as soon as possible.
But Renee ignored her and sneered at Marcelo. "I am not in good spirits, indeed."
Marcelo was unfazed by her obvious sarcasm. They were both seated, so he easily reached out and stroke
Renee's hair.
"You can go to bed early if you don't feel well.l won't keep you up tonight.”
Not only was his gesture intimate,
his voice was filled with affection,
too. Not that he noticed. Needless to say, the sight stung Vivian. She felt like an outsider standing there, so she
quickly mumbled an excuse and left in a hurry. The tips of her ears were tinged red with
embarrassment as she fled.
A smile slowly formed on Renee's lips as she watched Vivian go.
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Moments later, Vivian was holed up in a cubicle inside the bathroom. She sat on the toilet, her hand- pressed
against her mouth to stifle her sobs, even as tears streamed down her face.
None of it made sense to her.
Why did Marcelo get married?
Why would he do that shortly after she went abroad to pursue her studies?
Worst of all, he seemed really love Renee.
Heck!
He was devoted to her.
Vivian had thought that no other woman would be able to catch his eye!
Now, Renee didn't only catch his eye but she caught every part of him.
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