Chapter 98 Watching PDA
At his call, all eyes converged on Reese.
Under his unabashed gaze, her heart skipped a beat, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks.
Remington, standing to the side, watched in awe. What's with her, she's actually blushing?
She still had that innocent blush, but damn if Malcolm wasn't a charmer—model looks with a voice as rich and deep as velvet, probably too much for any woman to resist.
Reese might come off as tough as nails, but at her core, she was all girl, through and through.
Well, he'd taken notes, that's for sure. Flirting had to be done the Malcolm way.
With an audience watching, Reese couldn't let Malcolm lose face. The next moment, she made her way over to him.
Malcolm gently placed his hand on Reese's slight shoulder, his gaze shifting to Charles, who had started the commotion.
"Is it true you were about to call the cops on my wife?"
Reese, puzzled, looked at Malcolm, "You know them?"
Malcolm's warm palm patted her shoulder reassuringly, "I didn't get the chance to tell you, the Bennetts are family friends with Grandpa Flynn. Mr. Bennett here even treated my leg once before."
Charles chuckled awkwardly, greeting Malcolm.
"Malcolm, your leg seems fine now. Did the medicine I gave you work?"
Malcolm's eyes went icy, his arm wrapping securely around Reese's shoulder.
"My recovery is all thanks to my wife. She sought out medicine from Mr. Robert, and that's what got me back on my feet."
Charles was utterly baffled. "Mr. Robert? Since when does he have a cure for your condition?"
After all, Charles had seen Malcolm's injury himself and even attempted a diagnosis—it wasn't something easily treated, let alone cured by some remedy Robert allegedly had.
With all his time in med school, he had never seen a paralysis case resolved so effortlessly. Sure, Robert had skills, but fixing Malcolm? Highly doubtful.
Yet here Malcolm stood, defending them. Was that the play?
Reese spotted the vanity painted on Charles's face and couldn't squash her irritation, her voice laced with mockery.
"What's wrong? Jealous that your medical skills fell short and someone else's succeeded?"
Her words were a clear jab at Charles's medical prowess.
Megan, standing by and witnessing Malcolm's tenderness with Reese, felt a sting of bitterness. This girl, without a shred of reputation to her name—laughable. Was she running some scam?
"So you claim you're Malcolm's wife? For all we know, you and that Robert could be conning us. Last I checked, Malcolm wasn't married."
Remington steadied Robert as he took a seat, trying not to chuckle at Megan's relentless questioning. "Would Reese be Malcolm's treasure if she wasn't his wife?"
Megan grew more daring with Reese's silence: "Maybe you're just using the Flynn name to dodge disaster. You claim you're Malcolm's wife—prove it, then."
She couldn't believe that Malcolm, with all his merits, would settle for such an ordinary girl—lacking both background and grace. How could the Flynns ever accept her?
Malcolm remained quiet, not because he couldn't intervene, but because it wasn't his place. Reese, with her fiery spirit, wouldn't let Megan get away with this. It was time for her to show her true colors, and he didn't need to join the fray.
Reese could see Megan's jealousy written all over her face—clearly, she had feelings for Malcolm. But if she and her father insisted on giving Grandpa Robert a hard time and upsetting them, they couldn't blame her for what came next.
Raising an eyebrow, Reese said, "I might not meet your other standards, but this—I can do. Watch closely."
In the next second, Reese tiptoed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and Malcolm humored her by leaning down slightly, a spark of amusement in his eyes, as their lips met.
Whispers of awe rippled through the crowd.
"My god, kissing right here? Crazy!"
"Such a beautiful moment—somebody take a picture!"
"Reese is so cool; I love her attitude."
By the time the onlookers regained their composure, Reese had already let go of Malcolm, whose eyes were full of laughter. He affectionately ruffled her hair, displaying their affection in full force.
Megan stumbled back in disbelief. "Impossible! How could you marry her, Malcolm? She doesn't deserve you!"
Malcolm looked stern, his eyes piercing. "Whether she's worthy isn't for you to decide. And stop calling me Malcolm; we're not close."
He'd be thrilled if Reese called him that affectionately, but coming from another woman, it just made him sick.
Humiliated in front of everyone, Megan lost all face. Charles, seeing the situation slip beyond repair, nudged her.
"Let's get out of here before we embarrass ourselves further."
Megan's mind was still a blur as Charles pulled her towards the exit. They hadn't even reached the door when Reese's voice rang out, icy and firm.
"Think you can just waltz out after ruining Grandpa Robert's conference? Not on my watch."
Reese wasn't one to be trifled with; there was no way she'd let them leave without consequence. That just wasn't her style.
Charles paled, turning to face Reese. Despite being just an ordinary girl, she exuded a potent presence. Her gaze, deep and clear, yet icy and aloof, bore down on him as if he were less than a bug.
"How dare you intimidate me?" Charles retorted, defying the fright that crept up his spine. "I haven't even pressed charges for your slanderous rant. Do you think you can just tarnish my reputation because you're a Flynn?"
Reese narrowed her eyes, filled with disdain.
"I don’t need the Flynn family’s influence to ruin you. I have evidence of your misconduct from years ago. Care for me to share it with the press right now?"
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