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Renee didn’t respond and continued upstairs, leaving Vivian behing in the room.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Renee found herself regretting not having Chad escort Vivian out. She wondered if Vivian would leave on her own.

Vivian stood there, seething with frustration.

How dare Renee treat her like that?

Chad appeared discreetly, hesitating.

“Miss Lambert, would you like to stay, or…” His unfinished words implied that it was now time for her to leave.

Vivian managed a strained smile. “Can I wait here for Marcelo? It’s my first time at his house, and it seems inappropriate to leave so abruptly.”

“Of course, “Chad replied.

In his mind, he found Vivian’s unannounced visit somewhat improper, given her lack of gifts or courtesies.

In the meantime, a car stopped outside the main building of the mansion.

The staff, once used to Marcelo being a workaholic, now observed him returning home on time each day.

Entering the house, Marcelo immediately felt something was off.

Before he could put his finger on it, he noticed activity in the kitchen.

The light was on, and he heard a woman’s voice.

His heart leapt, thinking of Renee, and he quickly made his way to the kitchen.

There, a woman in an apron stood at the counter, her back to the door, busily adding yams to a pot.

Was Renee cooking?

Regardless of the outcome,Marcelo resolved to appreciate her effort tonight.

The usual coldness in his eyes softened.

“Renee…”

“Marcelo, you’re back!“Vivian’s voice, filled with surprise, cut him off.

The emerging smile on his face instantly vanished.

“Vivian,” he acknowledged, his expression clouding over.

He hadn’t mistaken her for Renee; he simply hadn’t expected any other woman to be at his house. Vivian caught the flash of disappointment in his eyes, and her smile faltered.

“I…came to discuss something with you. I thought I’d make you some soup while I waited,” she explained.

Marcelo showed little interest in the soup.

He simply nodded and left the kitchen, asking the butler about Renee’s whereabouts.

Renee, who had been sketching design drawings in the study, was called down for dinner. Descending the stairs, she found Vivian emerging from the kitchen with a bowl of soup.

hadn’t occurred. “Why don’t

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by the dining table, her

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of unease. He had just arrived home and

a scat!“Vivian called out with a smile to Renee, who

seemed

made her way down, Vivian had already chosen the seat across from Marcelo,

slight frown, approached Marcelo and looked at him with a mix of

she declared, aiming to sit directly

had chosen her seat strategically, facing Marcelo. What

on the table, she demanded more firmly,

time, her voice carried a note of entitlement,

to indulge her, stood up and switched seats,

move only served to

down with a smile on her

asked, sounding both resigned and

replied, glancing at Vivian who

was flaunting a piece of candy, clearly annoying her

is Miss Hudson always like this at home?“Vivian inquired, her tone implying more than

if she is?“Marcelo responded, confused

truly didn’t catch her drift or chose not to dwell on

response, Vivian seemed taken aback, but since Marcelo had already put

Hudson still insisted on you giving up your seat. I didn’t expect

rude.”

to paint Renee

comment. “She can be any way she wants with me.I don’t

going so far as to push or kick him in anger, which was

she wants

was typical or if it was just her not understanding Renee well enough.

a glimpse of this,

casually picked up a piece of abalone for Marcelo. “The chef mentioned the seafood is especially fresh today. Try

was her way of

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looked surprised, his eyebrows shooting up as if questioning whether everything was still right with the

quickly grabbed a small bowl, he filled it halfway with the mash potatoes and sparerib

continued, “I haven’t had much chance to cook while I was overseas these past few years. I’ve only made soup for

frosty look, which Vivian

to try the soup, doing it for

the bowl, Renee suddenly stood up and rushed to the bathroom, her hand

stunned and quickly set his cutleries down to follow

The intense feeling of sickness turned her face white, and tears filled her

with one hand while rubbing her back with the other, too anxious to notice his

took some mouthwash from a servant, and managed to say, “The soup’s smell made me

who just walked in and heard this,

implying? How dare she insult my soup like that?” she

red.

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