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Chapter 217 An apology

So much for “accident”.

More like deliberately flirtatious!

Levy offered a gracious smile but chose not to delve into details about the incident.

Moments later, a waiter approached with a delivery,

“Mr. Sanders, a lady sent this as an apology for the inconvenience caused earlier.

Levy's girlfriend, a socialite whose reputation preceded her, eyed the garment with disdain. “This piec of

mediocrity presumes to make amends? Dispose of it!” Her command was cut short as Levy, prioritizing

practicality over pride, accepted the shirt and headed to the restroom to change.

Regardless of its quality, it was better than his damp clothing.

His girlfriend stomped her foot in frustration.

Jason and the others, however, remained indifferent to the .

Their experience had taught them the transient nature of Levy’s companions. Today's upset girlfriend could

easily be replaced by tomorrow’s new interest.

In the restroom, Levy discovered to his surprise and pleasure that the shirt wasn't just a perfect fit. It was

adorned with orchid embroidery along its seams, a detail that resonated with his personal taste.

As the night waned into the early hours of dawn, the guests of the Heart Island estate were shepherded hby

the diligent stewards, their minds fogged by the night's libations.

Renee had maintained her sobriety throughout the event. Amidst the other guests’ blurred thoughts, one clear

observation emerged.

She was not to be trifled with,

If just a month earlier shad dismissed her as merely a decorative spouse, and others had been taken aback

by her seemingly serendipitous marriage to Marcelo, now they were left to reconsider their

assumptions.

The societal circles that once speculated about her downfall were now forced to acknowledge her resilience and

standing. Renee, they realized, had not only retained her dignity but had also silently

affirmed her stature. She commanded a new level of respect.

Marcelo was the life of the party, drinking more than anyone else, but you couldn't tell by looking at him.

He lounged on the couch with elegance, appearing as calm and dignified as always

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“Where do you think you're going?”

Rence had barely stood up when Marcelo, sitting next to her, grabbed her wrist and gently pushed her

back onto the couch.

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“I was going to say goodbye to our guests.

Not all guests needed Renee’s personal farewell, but a few notable ones like Levy, the Moore brothers, Jason, the

Lambert family, and sother distinguished guests certainly did.

“There's no need for that!” Marcelo, a bit more forcefully than usual, leaned closer to her, locking eyes

with her. After a pause, he said softly, “Your place is right here, next to me.”

She observed him, carefully.

His face was its usual self, without the slightest signs of drunkenness, but his eyes were unusually clear,

shedding their typical mysterious veil.

She couldn't resist asking, “Marcelo, have you had too much to drink?”

“Not at all.”

His immediate response was as if the question offended him.

“Bye-bye, Renee.” Susanna, cheerfully nestled in Daniel's embrace, waved their way, clearly having enjoyed the

party a bit too much.

Smischief-maker had managed to get drinks to Susanna while Daniel was otherwise occupied. After her

third drink, she got a little drunk. A sharp look from Daniel had the instigator hastily apologizing.

However, the damage was done. Susanna had found the alcohol too tempting and ended up completely

drunk.

“Byeee.” Turning to Daniel, Renee said, “Mr. Lambert, Vivian was here today.”

“I didn’t invite her,” Daniel clarified immediately.

“I know you didn’t mean anything by having her here; | just thought you should know since you're family.

Daniel acknowledged with a nod.

He was about to leave with Susanna when she suddenly becstubborn, insisting on staying longer.

“Renee, remember, drinking’s not wise if you're thinking about kids tonight. Don’t forget to be careful! Alright?

I've got it all figured out!” Susanna seemed to be seeking approval for her tipsy advice.

Renee found herself at a loss for words. Who would have thought that sweet, gentle Susanna could becso

bold with a few drinks in her?

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“I'm sorry, | guess | didn’t teach her well,” Daniel apologized, lifting Susanna onto his shoulder and decisively

walking away with her.

With the party winding down and most quests having left, Renee turned her attention to Marcelo, “Are you

alright? Are you able to walk by yourself?”

When he didn’t answer, she lent him a hand to stand.

Marcelo, only then seeming to register Renee's presence, suddenly wrapped his arms around her tightly.

He drew her close with more force than she expected.

Renee caught her breath in surprise.

It was then that she really noticed the strong scent of alcohol on him.

A cocktail of brandy, champagne, both white and red wine, plus whiskey. All blending together, creating a strong

fragrance.

“Renee, you don’t have faith in me,” he blurted out, sounding hurt.

“When did | ever show a lack of trust in you?” She protested, feeling unjustly accused.

He didn’t answer her.

“Let's head home,” She suggested.

Despite having drunk a lot of alcohol, Marcelo moved with surprising steadiness, needing only minimal support

from Renee.

The manager of Heart Island approached, offering assistance, but Marcelo dismissed him abruptly. “Stay away

from me!” He glared at his employee, saying, “I'm with my wife.”

The subordinate was bewildered.

“Boss, I'm gay. Your wife has nothing to worry about!”

“Thank you, but I'll handle it myself.” Renee interjected, trying to ease the awkwardness. She found that Marcelo

appeared tipsy but not completely out of sorts.

When they made it to the parking lot, Marcelo suddenly started walking off-course. “What's the matter?” Renee

had a bad feeling.

“I want milk tea.”

“What? Hey, wait...” Renee was baffled. “But it's 2 AM. The places for milk tea are closed.”

He paused, then shouted, “Luke!”

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“Luke has gone home! He's off work!”

Did he intend for Luke to somehow get a milk ten shop to open just for him?

Renee believed Marcelo had the influence to make it happen.

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“Marcelo, con, it's twe go home.” She attempted to steer him towards their car, yet he stood his

ground.

“I won't go home.” He looked at her with determination. “You seem upset.”

“I'm not upset...” Renee caught herself mid-sentence, realizing it was pointless to argue with him in his

current state. “I'm not upset.”

Did he think a cup of milk tea was the cure for all grievances? She was torn between laughter and tears.

Marcelo examined her closely, as if trying to verify the sincerity of her words,

After a moment, he appeared to grudgingly believe her, but he didn’t budge.

“You look down on me,” He said firmly.

Renee couldn't hide her frustration, saying, “That's not true.”

How could anyone look down on him?

It would be more accurate to say it was a miracle if he didn’t disdain others!

Marcelo moved in closer, his presence overwhelming as he leaned into Renee.

She found herself stepping back until she was pressed between him and a Rolls-Royce.

“Why haven't you called me?”

“For what reason should | call?” She was completely baffled.

Marcelo sighed, clarifying, “I meant, call‘honey.””

Renee's eyes went wide with astonishment. “You mean...”

“Renee, it seems like you really look down on me,” He concluded. “It’s as if you're pretending we're

strangers.”

Renee was rendered speechless. What kind of old issue was this?

“Alright...My dear honey! Can we head hnow?” She conceded.

Seeing this, Marcelo’s expression softened as he caressed her cheek, acting innocently.

“Say it one more time. | didn’t hear that.”

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“Honey, let's head back. If you stay out here any longer, | might actually get upset She was hat plately. half

bluffing, desperate to bring the “drunk” man home.

Marcelo, visibly delighted, cradled Renee's face and kissed her passionately, his lips pressing against

hers.

They were thin and dense,

Pestering.

The mix of gentle kisses and the strong smell of liquor left Renee feeling a touch dizzy,

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