Chapter 28
Marcelo, sporting a grim expression, seemed not to hear Renee’s question.
Luke, trailing them, was well aware of the reason behind Marcelo’s wheelchair use; sheer laziness.
Despite his regular exercise routine, Marcelo viewed walking as necessary, preferring the convenience of a wheelchair Maybe because he had been pretending for a while and had completely gotten used to it.
“Mrs. King, are you alright?” Chad was taken aback to see Hence in the wheelchair.
It’s just a minor injury. I’ll be fine in a few days,” Renee reassured, keeping the explanation brief. “I’ll prepare a nutritious soup for you tonight,“Chat declared before heading to the kitchen.
Renee, slightly bemused, didn’t get a chance to clarify the trivial nature of her wound.
“Let the maids know if you need anything,” Marcelo instructed, implying she should avoid wallding. He then proceeded upstairs to the study with Luke.
Once they were gone, Renee stood up.
“Mrs. King!” A maid rushed over, alarmed.
“Don’t worry!“Renee chided lightly, proving her mobility by walking a few steps. “I’m just heading to my room.
On her way, she spotted a sparkling beverage with lemon slices. “Could you bring that sparkling drink to my room? And add some ice, please.”
Sparkling drink?
The mald fooled perplexed, recognizing the
Long Island Iced Tea prepared earlier. Surprised by Renee’s casual reference to the cocktail as the sparkding drink, she wondered about her alcohol intake
“RENEE”
Two maids accompanied me,one carrying the Long Island iced Tea and the other close behind, ensuring that I won’t stumble down the stairs.
I keep telling them that I was perfectly fine but they won’t believe me.
Once in my bedroom, I relaxed on the carpet, pouring the drink into a glass with ice I savored the first sip, the sour lemon and sweet honey perfectly blending with the unique taste of cola and Fizz of carbonation.
The drink’s stimulating texture added an intriguing twist
It was delicious!
It was paired wonderfully with a slide of rich vanilla cake.
Before I knew it, half the pitcher was gone
1 set down the glass, feeling slightly full and a bit light–headed but I was still quite lucid.
I then got my nightgown and headed for a bath.
*MARCELO*
Once I was finished at my study, I headed for the dining room for dinner but Renee wasn’t there.
“Where’s Rente!” I asked a mak.
“She went to her room after you headed upstairs.”
Her room was adjacent to mine.
I had to go check on her leg.I headed for her bedroom and knocked about three times on her door but there was no answer.
I bent the doorknob and walked into the room.
frowned when there was still no sight of her but near the French window was a table where a mostly empty pitcher of Long Island Iced Teasar,
Only that it wasn’t actually a tea
Inside, the bathroom was filled with warm, mostly vapors
Renee’s consciousness wavered. She struggled to open her eyes, feeling an overwhelming urge to sleep
Marcelo gently laid her on the bed, water from her body dampening the sheets.
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