Chapter 117 That's What My Wife Looks Like
Malcolm stepped into the light, causing his white shirt to glisten under the glow, magnifying his already distinguished presence. As he approached, his chiseled features became increasingly pronounced—a vision of sleek sophistication with an untouchable aura.
Her heart skipped a beat. Why was Malcolm here? And how did he find out she was here?
The chatter among the female classmates nearby was growing harder to contain.
“Check out this guy; he’s insanely handsome! Looks just like a movie star—so charismatic.”
“He’s literally the man of my dreams. The way he drives that car; it's like it was tailor-made for him.”
“I know, right? That kind of car only suits a man like him.”
“Wonder if he's got a girlfriend. If he does, she's got to be stunning.”
“I’m dead! Should we go up and ask for his number or what?”
“Dream on. A guy with looks and money like that? Way out of our league. All we can do is sigh from afar.”
Having seen plenty of handsome men, Holly found herself captivated by Malcolm. His distinguished air, the sharp lines of his profile, the lazy lift of his deep-set eyes, and his pitch-black pupils were like a fathomless abyss—she couldn't help but fall in.
His imposing presence cascaded around him and there was an air of unapproachable nobility in his posture.
Holly was mesmerized, thinking a single night with a man like this could satisfy her for a lifetime. She’d even pay for the privilege—a rare find like him came once in a century.
A woman next to Holly gave her a nudge, “Holly, with your stunning looks and elegance, you’re exactly the type men fall for. Why don’t you give it a shot? See if you can snag his contact info.”
“No way, what if he refuses? I’d be mortified.”
“Mortified? You’ll get it for sure. If he’s not into you, then who is he into?”
“Right! Get the number and share the luck with us, too!”
Holly blushed but was clearly tempted by the challenge; few men could resist her allure.
Imagine if the man actually gave her his number—that'd surely salvage her pride in front of her classmates.
“Well... okay, I'll give it a try. But no teasing if I don’t get it.”
“Of course not, with your charm? Sure he's good-looking, but end of the day, he's still a guy, right?”
Buoyed by the encouragement, Holly clenched her purse tighter and pulled down her already low-cut neckline a tad more.
Reese watched from the side, an expression of calm indifference playing across her face.
Holly brushed her hair aside and sauntered over to Malcolm with a seductive gait, her foxy eyes playfully winking at him.
"Hey there, would you mind if we exchange contact info? We could grab dinner sometime," she said with a flirtatious smile.
Malcolm's penetrating gaze remained cool and detached, a hint of frost in his demeanor only heightened the sternness of his already imposing presence. His gaze settled on her as he spoke with restrained lips, "I'm married."
It was a diplomatic rejection, clear and simple.
But Holly was tenacious. "That's okay; we can just exchange numbers and be friends."
"Sorry, but my wife doesn't appreciate me befriending other women."
Holly's composure quickly stiffened, and her face turned rigid. This man was seriously devoted to his wife. She smirked through her frustration as curiosity got the better of her, "Could I at least ask what your wife looks like?"
She wondered what kind of woman could command the undivided loyalty of a man who could easily charm any lady but remained so unaffected.
Malcolm's eyes drifted past Holly, landing on Reese standing not too far away. He casually lifted his arm, pointing towards her.
"That's my wife," he said, simple and direct.
Suddenly, all eyes turned to Reese, jaws dropping as if in sync, nearly wide enough to fit an egg.
"Wait, is there a mix-up? That's the hunk's wife?"
"Is he pointing at Reese?"
"Of course, Reese is right there behind Holly."
"He just said his wife looks like that, and he pointed at Reese, so..."
"Reese is his wife!"
"No way! Wasn't it rumored that Reese's husband is incredibly unattractive, maybe even disabled?"
"That was just Holly's speculation."
"Wow, what kind of lucky break is this? Reese has such a handsome husband."
Malcolm walked past Holly with a sure step towards Reese. Holly's face twisted into an ugly scowl; her envy palpable as she clenched her fists tightly.
How was it possible for someone like Reese, a tomboy without a hint of femininity, to land a wealthy, handsome husband?
Why should she, Holly, be settling for a divorced man in his fifties, only securing her status through manipulation?
Her relentless efforts seemed like nothing compared to the fortune Reese had stumbled upon.
Malcolm stood before Reese, his frosty look instantly warming into tender affection. A crooked grin graced his lips as he reached out his hand to her.
"Honey, I'm here to pick you up."
Reese was still catching her breath from the moment, grateful once again for Malcolm stepping in to shield her. Even though she could handle situations like this on her own and wouldn't let the likes of Holly take advantage of her, feeling protected was undeniably comforting.
Sometimes she even found herself looking forward to his interventions.
Sofia nudged Reese gently, a silent reminder.
"Reese."
Snapping back to reality, she placed her hand delicately into Malcolm's warm and inviting palm amidst the envious and astonished stares, feeling embraced.
A wave of warmth surged through her, a novel sensation that now consumed her every thought.
If these onlookers wanted to see her falter, she wasn't about to give them the satisfaction. Especially Holly, who had the audacity to flirt with her man. Did he really think her husband was the type to be enticed by shallow beauty?
In the next moment, Reese's eyes twinkled with affection as she gazed at Malcolm, leaning into him like the perfect loving wife.
"Sweetheart, why did you take so long? I missed you. Hang on, let me introduce you. These are my college friends."
Malcolm addressed the crowd, "Thank you all for looking out for my dear Reese."
Their faces were a mix of emotions, most managing only awkward smiles.
"No problem at all; we're all classmates here."
"Yeah, we had no idea Reese could land such a handsome guy. We're so jealous!"
Malcolm wrapped his arms around Reese, his affection evident.
"No, the real luck is mine, to have married someone as beautiful and kind as Reese."
Sofia was happy for her friend, but she couldn't stand the two-faced nature of some people.
"Weren't you the one just claiming Reese's husband was hideous and nearly disabled? Looks like someone's been proven wrong. Her husband's quite the catch."
Everyone knew it was Holly who had said that.
Malcolm had successfully restored Reese's reputation, and despite any jealousy, no one dared to undervalue her now.
Holly had thought she'd be the star today, but it turned out she was merely setting the stage for Reese.
Malcolm whispered to his wife, "Honey, it's getting late. Say your farewells."
Reese nodded and turned around.
"Let's catch up over a meal next time. We have to go now."
"Sure, sure. Take care!"
As Reese passed by Holly, she paused. She wasn't one to turn the other cheek; anyone who crossed her would pay dearly.
She looked at a pale-faced Holly with scorn.
"Looks like you judged a book by its cover, Holly. Bad move."
"Holly, sure you've got a killer bod, but my man, he loves my kind of figure," Reese chuckled as a playful glint flashed in her eyes.
Holly's cheeks puffed up with frustration, and she shot Reese a look that was half anger and half embarrassment.
"Don't get too smug, Reese. Who knows? One of these days, your hubby might just get tired and kick you to the curb," Holly snapped back with a huff.
Malcolm was quick to retort, his face bearing a warm, undeniable confidence. "Even if that were to happen, it would only be because my wife decided to drop me. If the day comes when she doesn't want to stick around, it's on me to step up my game."
With their fingers interlocked, Malcolm looked tenderly at Reese, who was radiating with happiness. Holly felt like she was going to drown in a pool of her own sour grapes.
The crowd watched as the power couple made their exit in their sleek luxury car, their whispers a mix of envy and admiration. That was the epitome of keeping it low-key.
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