Meanwhile, insider revtions unveiled that Light’s grand show countered two unforeseen incidents.

    The original jewelry designer, Vivian, and the nist, Jay, both unexpectedly breached their contracts, reasons unknown. Shortly thereafter, it came to light that the remarkable nist who concluded Light’s show was a woman previously unknown in the piano world.

    Photos depicted her ying in a simple chiffon shirt and casual pants, her long ck hair casually tied back.

    Remarkably, she hadn’t undergone a wardrobe change or applied any makeup.

    Yet her profile radiated stunning beauty.

    Further investigation unveiled her identity as Renee, Light’s head stylist!

    A stylist stepping in as a pianist?

    This was unheard of!

    Spection arose about thevish treatment Renee received from Light, with some guessing that it might be rted to the collector’s jewels.

    However, Light’s executives maintained silence, offering no direct response to the conjectures. Amidst the buzz and spectionb, /btop brands began recognizing Renee’s talent and value.

    As the private jet touched down in the city, gifts from Light were destined for Marcelo’s house.

    Renee, carrying only a handbag, gracefully exited the airport.

    At the pickup point, she spotted a tall, imposing man holding arge bouquet of roses.

    Renee paused, doubting her eyes.

    Filled with astonishment, she approached the man. “Marcelo, you, how are you…Not in a wheelchair?”

    “Wee home, Mrs. King.” Marcelo handed her the bouquet and opened his arms. “Don’t you think you should show some appreciation?”

    Her eyes lit up and a smile tugged at the corners of her delicate lips. Without hesitation, she threw herself into his embrace.

    As his familiar scent filled her nostrils, she pressed her cheek against his broad chest and listened to his strong heartbeat.

    Even Marcelo couldn’t help but smile.

    After a while, Renee raised her head and looked up at him. “How else can I show you my appreciation?”

    Marcelo’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

    Before he could give her an answer, Renee suddenly stood on tiptoe and nted a peck on his lips. Then she cheekily tried to step back, attempting to retreat a safe distance.

    But the next moment, Marcelo caught her by the wrist and pulled her back towards him.

    He firmly wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her back into his embrace.

    He then kissed her, gently biting her lower lip as though to punish her, or perhaps to cherish her taste.

    Marcelo, who was usually cold and aloof, smiled at the woman in his arms with a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Renee, your trip has changed you. You are more bold.” Indeed, she usually never showed such a public disy of affection–except when she wanted to use him to vent her anger on others.

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    Rence chuckled and tugged lightly at his tie, asking coquettishly,What are you doing here?b” /b

    Marcelo shot her a teasing smile and retorted, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

    “Em…..”

    “Oh, my memory must’ve failed me. So, tell me who got angry at me for giving Vivian flowers at the airport? And I promised to only give you flowers from now on.”

    Renee was rendered speechless.

    Oh, right. She hadpletely forgotten about that incident.

    She awkwardly lowered her head, trying to avoid his gaze, but she couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

    Drawing attention with their striking appearance, the couple became the subject of many side nces. Some even appeared on the verge of approaching, possibly to snap a photo or make small talk.

    Noticing that people were staring, Renee quickly pulled Marcelo away. “Are you sure you’re okay without your wheelchair?”

    Marcelo took Renee’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah.”

    Since Renee was so concerned about him giving flowers to Vivian at the airport, he decided to stand up and wee his wife

    back with flowers.

    After all, his wife deserved the special treatment.

    He didn’t even see giving flowers to Vivian as a special treatment.He only did that because of Sebastian.

    But now that he was married, he understood that there should be boundaries between him and Vivian.

    He’d always help her if he could only when it was appropriate.

    He was sure Sebastian would understand.

    Also, after his and Renee’s confrontation at the University café, he no longer wanted to be confined to a wheelchair. In his eyes, the stunning Renee deserve better than a wheelchair–bound husband.

    Just then, a thought urred to Renee. “How’d you know about my flight details?”

    “Freddy told me.”

    “You’ve been in contact with him?” She arched her eyebrows in surprise. “You didn’t threaten him, did you?”

    Marcelo pinched Renee’s cheek and teased, “Renee, you think Im that bad?”

    It was Marcelo who had contacted Freddy, asking him to keep an eye on Reneeb, /bin any case she face any difficulties she couldn’t

    handle.

    Indeed, the two men didn’t see eye to eye–one deeming the other unworthy of his boss, while the other felt the former was too close to his wife.

    But when it came to Renee’s safety, the two were united.

    Just as they made it to the parking lot, Marcelo’s work phone rang, so he stepped aside to take the call.

    Luke generously opened the car door for Renee and greeted her with a big smile. ”

    “Congrattions on the sess of the show, Madam!”

    Renee was pleasantly surprised. “The news reached here so fast?”

    “Not exactly… “Luke lowered his voice, as though he was about to share ba /bjuicy piece of gossip with Renee. “Truth be told, the boss specifically asked me to keep an eye on Light’s show. We were working overtimeb, /band when he found out you were about to

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    y the piano, he even paused a meeting to watch the live broadcast!”

    It turned out that Marcelo had paid such close attention to her while she was away.

    Renee’s smile froze as she suddenly realized something. “Wait a second. You watched the live broadcast during the meeting?”

    “Yup! The other executives that were there said you

    ere really good!”

    Her cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment. She couldn’t help but cringe as the memory of KM Group executives catching her in an intimate moment with Marcelo back then resurfaced, her coquettish voice unintentionally interrupting a video conference.

    Back at the house, shortly after Renee’s return, the gifts from Light arrived.

    While sorting through the gifts, Renee caught sight of a limited edition handbag–the very one Sarah had wanted to buy but couldn’t find.

    Marcelo was busy instructing the housekeeper to arrange the gifts in one of the spare rooms. As he turned around, he saw Renee cing a leather handbag on the sofa.

    He inquired, “Aren’t you going to put that away?”

    “No, I’m giving this bag to Sarah tomorrow as a kind of souvenir from my trip.”

    It took Renee a while to realize that Marcelo was staring at her strangely. “What’s wrong?”

    He clicked his tongue in disappointment and plopped down on the sofa, arms crossed over his chest. “Renee, you didn’t get me a gift.”

    Renee was rendered speechless. Marcelo was right; she hadn’t thought about getting him a gift on her trip at all. She quickly salvaged the situation, saying, “I didn’t get one for Ivan either, I didn’t even buy for Sarah.I just found this in one of the gifts.” The implication was that there was no need for Marcelo to be upset

    Marceloughed incredulously. “Renee, are you seriouslyparing me Ivan or Sarah? Shouldn’t I be more important than them?”

    Renee didn’t know what to say.

    One false move and she might unwittingly admit to her guilt!

    She racked her brains, checking her mental inventory of all the things that Light sent her. Suddenly, she stopped a servant carrying a rack of haute couture pieces, picking out a red men’s jacket and a white shirt inside.

    Light’s style was alwaysvish and opulent. Even their men’s haute couture was boldly colored, which wasn’t exactly Marcelo’s

    taste.

    The white shirt was their most basic piece, but it was made of excellent fabric and was tailored to perfectionb, /bluxurious yet understated.

    “This is for you.” Renee held up the shirt in front of Marcelo, trying to make it up to him.