Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 28

Marcelo, sporting a grim expression, seemed not to hear Renee’s question.

Luke, trailing them, was well aware of the reason behind Marcelo’s wheelchair use; sheer laziness.

Despite his regular exercise routine, Marcelo viewed walking as necessary, preferring the convenience of a wheelchair Maybe because he had been pretending for a while and had completely gotten used to it.

“Mrs. King, are you alright?” Chad was taken aback to see Hence in the wheelchair.

It’s just a minor injury. I’ll be fine in a few days,” Renee reassured, keeping the explanation brief. “I’ll prepare a nutritious soup for you tonight,“Chat declared before heading to the kitchen.

Renee, slightly bemused, didn’t get a chance to clarify the trivial nature of her wound.

“Let the maids know if you need anything,” Marcelo instructed, implying she should avoid wallding. He then proceeded upstairs to the study with Luke.

Once they were gone, Renee stood up.

“Mrs. King!” A maid rushed over, alarmed.

“Don’t worry!“Renee chided lightly, proving her mobility by walking a few steps. “I’m just heading to my room.

On her way, she spotted a sparkling beverage with lemon slices. “Could you bring that sparkling drink to my room? And add some ice, please.”

Sparkling drink?

The mald fooled perplexed, recognizing the

Long Island Iced Tea prepared earlier. Surprised by Renee’s casual reference to the cocktail as the sparkding drink, she wondered about her alcohol intake

“RENEE”

Two maids accompanied me,one carrying the Long Island iced Tea and the other close behind, ensuring that I won’t stumble down the stairs.

I keep telling them that I was perfectly fine but they won’t believe me.

ice I savored the first sip, the sour lemon

stimulating texture added

It was delicious!

with a slide

I knew it, half the pitcher

slightly full and a bit

got my nightgown and headed for

*MARCELO*

at my study, I headed for the dining room

I

her room after you

was adjacent to

for her bedroom and knocked about three times on her door but there was

bent the doorknob and walked into the

her but near the French window was a table where a mostly empty pitcher of Long Island

wasn’t actually

strong gin,rum,vodka and

Renee almost

a

how to

bad ang came from the bathroom

into the bathroom and

filled

submerged,only her head was above

and she looked

her injured right leg dangled outside the tub, the ankle visible but

1 lifted her up from

against me, I panicked and quickly wrapped her

I carried her out of the

“Get the doctor now!”

the door, jolted by his command, rushed