Chapter 29
Perhaps she should suggest using Renee’s own clothes from the wardrobe, but she decided against it, assuming it might be a romantic gesture between them
Marcelo’s black shirt hung on Renee like an oversized dress, her injured knee and lower leg exposed, creating a striking contrast with the dark fabric.
Marcelo watched, his expression hardening
Abath towel would have been more appropriate,
Before the doctor entered, the maid cautioned him not to look around too much. However, human curiosity often prevails. Inadvertently, the doctor glanced at Renee, Immediately drawing a stern warning from Marcelo. “Cane to keep your eyes?
It was a threat
“I’m s
sorry, Mr. King The doctor quicly averted his gaze, apologizing.
In his profession, patients were seen without gender blas
“Is Mrs. King’s injury only on her knee?” he inquired, carefully removing the bandage.
“Yes,” Marcelo confirmed, having préviously checked.
Renee Renee’s main issue now was intoxication.
As the bandage came off, the severity of the wound was apparent. The prolonged soaking had worsened its appearance.
The doctor began his treatment
“Ouch!” At the touch, Renee woke up, reacting sharply to the pain and instinctively pulling away. “Don’t move!” Marcelo firmly held her shoulder, steadying her
“Mrs. King, it’s crucial to treat this properly to prevent infection,” the doctor tried to reassure her.
“I can’t stand it! It’s too painfull Renee protested, writhing in discomfort.
As she spoke, her legs curled up, and she involuntarily leaned closer into Marcelo’s hold
“Renee, stay still!“Marcelo’s could feel her clinging to his chest
With Renee draped in only his shirt, the thin fabric barely separating their skin,Marcelo’s awareness of her body against his intensified.
A subtle desire spread within him.
“No….it hurts! Staying still doesn’t help! It hurts! You Bled to me!” Her tears began to flow as the doctor touched her wound with crumpled gauze.
Marcelo had thought she might be exaggerating, but looking down, he saw genuine tears streaming down her face, marring her usually perfect features.
Was she actually crying?
Were they tears of sadness?,
She did seem rather pitiful.
“Stop! It’s too painful… It’ll be fine! It’ll heal on its own! No more treatment, please!”
Renee, who had endured the afternoon’s treatment in silence, now sobbed and protested. Attempting to push the doctor away, she nearly tumbled off the
bed.
mly. “Don’t move!”
“Renee!” Marcelo caught her swiftly, holding her firmly.
“You’re scolding me?” Her disbelief was evident, her voice tinged with accusation. “You’re angry at me.“She wailed.
Marcelo was at a loss for words, sighing deeply.
When had he scolded her?
His voice might have raised in urgency, but that was all.
Frustrated, he wondered if he shouldn’t reprimand her given her current drunken state.
Not receiving an immediate response, Renee confronted him. “What right do you have to scold me?!
“I’m your husband!” He retorted, teeth clenched.
Engaging with someone intoxicated was proving to be a test of his patience.
“My husband?” Renee pondered, then confidently declared, “No, you’re not! You’re a jerk! Ouch!” Distracted by their exchange, Renee winced as the doctor, perhaps startled by her outburst, applied a bit more pressure to her wound.
Atthat moment, the doctor felt Marcelo’s icy stare,
His expression darkened as he issued a stem warning. “If you can’t apply medicine properly, you shouldn’t be a doctor.”
“I am being careful… I mean, I apologize! I’ll be more gentle!” The doctor hastily adjusted his approach, acutely aware of the gravity of treating even a superficial wound der Marcelo’s scrutiny.
Astounding revelation! Mrs. King called Mr. King a jerk! Strangely, he was unfazed!
Was the recent gossip about their strained relationship inaccurate?
“The wound’s fine! Stop, don’t touch me! It hurts!” Renee hugging her legs, adamantly refused further treatment. Pain was no longer something she was willing to tolerate.
“if it’s hurting, the wound is still healing.” Marcelo responded coolly.
state–resistant and tearful-
Renee’s pour conveyed a sense of genuine grievance, as it Marcelo’s steenness had wounded her, Seeing Renee in this st
Marcelo was taken aback.
He recalled Jason’s advice about women: “Handbags can cure all a woman’s ailments. And if one doesn’t do the trick, just get another.”
“With toppings,” She emphasized seriously, “Toppings are essentiall
Marcelo, aware of Renee’s coffee–making skills, was surprised that her drunken fixation was on hot chocolate
“Don’t you agree?” She became wary when Marcelo didn’t immediately respond, suspecting he might renege on his promise. “If you don’t agree, I won’t get treated! I won’t! You’re a liar!”
He thought briefly of refusing, as it wasn’t his leg at stake.
Marcelo’s expression remained stole, almost intimidating “I will get you that hot chocolate,” he conceded.
Renee’s whimsical actions were typical of someone inebriated, devoid of logic
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