Divorced Dazzling and Desired novel Chapter 39

**Raindrops Kissing Silent Streets – by Aadi Sharma**
**Chapter 39**

A murmur of mixed reactions rippled through the crowd. Some nodded in reluctant agreement, while others exchanged furtive whispers, their hands concealing their smirks. Yet, amidst the shifting dynamics, one truth stood out starkly—Renee was the epitome of embarrassment, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

Kayla, standing nearby, let out a derisive scoff, her eyes narrowing with contempt. “Serves her right,” she muttered under her breath, her voice dripping with disdain. “That’s what happens when you throw yourself at him like some desperate lapdog. As if a man like him would ever glance twice at a married woman like her!” Her words hung in the air, punctuating the tension that surrounded them.

Adam observed Renee with a keen intensity, his expression grave and contemplative. He noticed the color draining from her face, a sight that unsettled him deeply. Yet, he knew there was no room for hesitation. The Everest Group deal loomed large, and he had to see it through.

Casting a pointed look at Renee, he silently urged her to rise and deal the cards. His focus was so singularly on her that he barely registered Kayla’s sharp comments flitting through the air beside him.

After what felt like an eternity of stillness, a striking woman in a tight red dress, her makeup heavy and gaudy, broke the silence. “What’s the hold-up, Ms. Whitley? Are you hesitating? Or are you just too proud to acknowledge Mr. Zeller?” Her tone was laced with mockery, and it resonated through the room.

Another woman chimed in, her voice equally biting, “Exactly! It’s a tremendous honor that Mr. Zeller chose you to deal.”

In moments like these, one couldn’t help but ponder why women often turned against one another. Jealousy, it seemed, was a common thread that wove through their interactions.

As Renee’s gaze flickered between the two women, a surge of irritation bubbled within her. The urge to slap them both was almost overwhelming. But before she could gather her thoughts, Jasper shot her a piercing look that demanded action.

“What’s the matter, Ms. Whitley? Are you afraid to take the plunge?” he prodded, his tone both playful and challenging.

“Mr. Zeller, you must be joking. I’m just worried I might mess up,” Renee replied, shooting him a quick glare that was more playful than hostile. With a deep breath, she stood up and reached for the cards from the dealer, determined to prove herself.

She opened a brand new deck, her fingers fumbling slightly as she attempted to shuffle. The cards slipped from her grip, cascading onto the table with a loud thud, prompting laughter that echoed around the room.

“Clumsy as hell. Can’t even shuffle!” someone jeered.

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