Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 29

Perhaps she should suggest using Renee’s own clothes from the wardrobe, but she decided against it, assuming it might be a romantic gesture between them

Marcelo’s black shirt hung on Renee like an oversized dress, her injured knee and lower leg exposed, creating a striking contrast with the dark fabric.

Marcelo watched, his expression hardening

Abath towel would have been more appropriate,

Before the doctor entered, the maid cautioned him not to look around too much. However, human curiosity often prevails. Inadvertently, the doctor glanced at Renee, Immediately drawing a stern warning from Marcelo. “Cane to keep your eyes?

It was a threat

“I’m s

sorry, Mr. King The doctor quicly averted his gaze, apologizing.

In his profession, patients were seen without gender blas

“Is Mrs. King’s injury only on her knee?” he inquired, carefully removing the bandage.

“Yes,” Marcelo confirmed, having préviously checked.

Renee Renee’s main issue now was intoxication.

As the bandage came off, the severity of the wound was apparent. The prolonged soaking had worsened its appearance.

The doctor began his treatment

“Ouch!” At the touch, Renee woke up, reacting sharply to the pain and instinctively pulling away. “Don’t move!” Marcelo firmly held her shoulder, steadying her

“Mrs. King, it’s crucial to treat this properly to prevent infection,” the doctor tried to reassure her.

“I can’t stand it! It’s too painfull Renee protested, writhing in discomfort.

As she spoke, her legs curled up, and she involuntarily leaned closer into Marcelo’s hold

“Renee, stay still!“Marcelo’s could feel her clinging to his chest

With Renee draped in only his shirt, the thin fabric barely separating their skin,Marcelo’s awareness of her body against his intensified.

A subtle desire spread within him.

“No….it hurts! Staying still doesn’t help! It hurts! You Bled to me!” Her tears began to flow as the doctor touched her wound with crumpled gauze.

Marcelo had thought she might be exaggerating, but looking down, he saw genuine tears streaming down her face, marring her usually perfect features.

Was she actually crying?

Were they tears of sadness?,

seem rather

It’ll heal on its own! No more

sobbed and protested. Attempting to push the doctor away,

bed.

mly. “Don’t move!”

Marcelo caught her swiftly,

was evident, her voice tinged with accusation. “You’re angry

loss for

he

voice might have raised in urgency, but that

reprimand her

response, Renee confronted him. “What right do you have

husband!” He retorted,

someone intoxicated was proving to be a

not! You’re a jerk! Ouch!” Distracted by their exchange, Renee winced as the doctor, perhaps startled by her outburst, applied a bit more pressure to

the doctor

a stem warning. “If you can’t apply medicine properly, you

am being careful… I mean, I apologize! I’ll be more gentle!” The doctor hastily adjusted his approach, acutely aware of the gravity of treating even a superficial

Mr. King a

recent gossip about their

don’t touch me! It hurts!” Renee hugging her legs, adamantly refused further treatment. Pain was no longer something she was

it’s hurting, the wound is still

state–resistant and tearful-

as it Marcelo’s steenness had

Marcelo was taken aback.

her becoming so

hesitating to disobey Marcelo’s directive bin wary of

perhaps you could persuade Mrs. King to

Persuade her?

unfamiliar territory for

attempted a different approach. “Rence, if you

advice about women: “Handbags can cure all a woman’s ailments. And if one doesn’t do

with a dazed yet attentive

resolved to instruct Luke to purchase ten Hermes bags

unexpectedly, Renee cupped his face with her soft hands, her

I want…” Her

momentarily taken aback by her simple

She emphasized seriously,

of Renee’s coffee–making skills, was surprised that her drunken

Was this really Renee?

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he might renege on his promise. “If you don’t agree, I won’t get treated! I won’t!

with

of refusing, as it

then, he acquiesced,

influence, waited for

expression remained stole, almost intimidating “I will get you that hot chocolate,”