Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 51

Chapter 51 Such wealth

They all but forgot about the watch.

The moment her fingers brushed Marcelo’s.

skin, Reneerecoiled as if she had received an electric shock

She hesitated to touch him again, especially after sensing is..intensity.

Rence had once explored adult content with Sarah, but theory and practice were worlds apart! “Marcelo, I’m grateful for what you did for Nana, so I’ll honor our agreement. I…”

Her words abruptly stopped as she caught Marcelo’s suddenly cold, emotionless gaze. “Agreement?” The word seemed to grind between his teeth.

Confused by his sudden shift in mood, Rence didn’t understand his displeasure.

“Back at the club on Dove Island, remember?” she reminded, thinking he had forgotten.

Staring at her, Marcelo’s handsome face turned serious, realizing she was here to fulfill their agreement, not out of desire.

He wanted to continue. After all, Renee was legally his wife.

But… his pride wouldn’t let him.

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Since when did he need a promise to bring a woman to his bed?

Marcelo sat up abruptly, pulling the quilt over Renee and himself.

Renee looked at him, puzzled.

“I’m not desperate for a woman’s touch, “Marcelo said coolly even if he was desperate for hers. “I don’t need someone who’s not willing.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…“Renee started, but even to her ears, it sounded unconvincing-

Deep down, she knew she was reluctant.

Wouldn’t anyone prefer these moments to be spontaneous and natural?

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, her gaze lowered. “Could…you give me some time? I’m just… not quite ready.”

Marcelo seemed to find her statement amusing. “Mrs. King, you have to go through it to get accustomed ”

The gap in understanding between men and women was evident.

Renee stayed quiet, avoiding Marcelo’s gaze.

His eyes held a frightening chill.

He then scoffed and made his way to the bathroom.

“Wait!” Renee called out, guilt coloring her expression.

She had initiated this, yet he was the one stopping it.

Marcelo looked back, his expression dark.

Renee clung to the quilt, her voice hesitant. “I… I can…help you. I’ve heard… it’s not healthy to suppress these

urges.”

Marcelo’s reaction was visible, a mix of surprise and restraint. He smirked. “Go ahead.”

After some time, as warm water rushed over Renee’s hands she quickly turned the tap to cold water.

The chill helped her disconnect from the intensity of the recent events.

She felt a deep… regret.

The moment she finished her words, she immediately regretted it.

Was she out of her mind? Why did she offer to help him?

It must have been the stress from the Hudson family.

During the encounter, Marcelo teased her, “Mrs. King, is this the best you can do?”

wrong with

never done something like this

declined,

the bathroom door, he saw Renee meticulously cleaning her fingers, her face

composure.

flushed ears

touch lingered in his mind, a

to bed.” After washing, Renee awkwardly held her hands behind her back,

“Where to?”

leg

demeanor was a stark contrast

room, of course…” Renee began, then paused as she grasped his insinuation. “You mean, I should. stay

an air

Renee was taken

her wrist, guiding her

bed, his presence enveloping her, leaving her no room

raced with

“Marcelo…”

“Shhh.”

were already closed, signaling his readiness

thoughts were a

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thought that he hated people

he seemed to use

earlier ‘you can‘ it sounded… almost as if she had pleaded to stay. Didn’t he realize

Marcelo, I

are your hands

lazy, carried an

were, together

intense moments and her

unfamiliar man, she felt rigid, lying flat and staring at the ceiling,

lay

perplexed. How could he fall asleep so

gotten used to this Had

risk revealing

his bed with a

any woman before he met

he fully trust her

made Renee feel

overtook her,

Marcelo silently opened his

skin was soft, and up close, he could even notice the fine fuzz

thick and curly, framed her small, straight nose. Awake, she carried an air of distance, but in

a subtle mix of milky and floral

nestled in his arms, felt like a natural

allure in his

his

the folly of keeping her in his

simply a

Was he lacking

comfort; he had felt it the last time she

quickly and felt a surge of

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following morning, Renee awoke

was

the clock, it read half past

like her, one who cherished

sat, bewildered for a moment, then the previous night’s events unfolded in

memory.

“Oh my God!”

hair, agitated, then steadied herself and went to

King!“Chad’s greeting was warm as he stood in

“Renee noted his

Marcelo had instructed him not to tidy his room since Renee

“Oh, I see.”

just her imagination? Something about Chad’s gaze seemed

to confide in Sarah. Without preamble, she said, “I

was swift.

a loss for

the

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