Chapter 67

"Don't you want to take a shower?"Marcelo asked after they had both calmed down. His demeanor was unusually patient and calm, a contrast to his usual temperament. He idly played with Renee’s hair, which was naturally sleek and undyed, unlike the heavily styled hair of other socialite women. Renee blinked, acknowledging her need for a shower, but felt too exhausted to move. She just wanted to sleep. Marcelo could only see the back of her head, but he seemed to be able to see through her mind. He got out of bed and walked around to her side. He glanced down at the woman who was sulking and asked, "Would you like to take a shower?" His appearance was impeccable, less aloof than usual, but still carrying an air of abstinence. Renee, after a brief glance, extended her arms towards him, her throat aching and unwilling to speak. The idea of a shower without having to walk was appealing. Though she initiated the embrace, she pretended to be reluctant. Marcelo noticed her reaction but kept his