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?”

was wrong

done

declined, but

the bathroom door, he saw Renee

composure.

her flushed ears betrayed her

his mind, a stark

heading to bed.” After washing, Renee awkwardly held her hands behind her back, then let them fall to

“Where to?”

by the door was casual, one leg

a stark contrast to his usual suited,

room, of course…” Renee began, then paused as she grasped his

air of nonchalance. “Yes,

was

guiding her to the

vanished as Marcelo joined her in bed, his presence enveloping her, leaving her

mind raced with

“Marcelo…”

“Shhh.”

were already closed, signaling

thoughts were

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he hated people being in

to use her as a

sounded… almost as if she had pleaded to stay. Didn’t

I

are your hands

hoarse yet lazy, carried

they were, together in

moments and her sore hands,

next to an unfamiliar man, she felt rigid, lying flat and staring at the

Marcelo lay

perplexed. How could

had gotten used to this Had he been with other

with those women…wouldn’t he risk revealing the

bed with a woman

any woman before he met

he fully trust

thought somehow made

her, and she

her breathing steadied, Marcelo silently opened his

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

curly, framed her small, straight nose. Awake, she carried an air of distance, but in sleep, her lips parted slightly, adding an innocent

found himself enveloped by her breath, a subtle mix of milky and floral scents,

softness, nestled in his arms, felt like a natural relaxant, her presence both soothing

in his embrace, Marcelo felt

questioned his

in the folly

was simply a

Was he

brought a unique comfort; he had felt it the last time she was drunk.

this puzzle quickly and felt a

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Renee awoke

next to her was vacant, its

at the clock, it read half

freelance stylist like her, one who cherished her sleep, this

moment, then the previous night’s events unfolded in her mind like a play, sparking

memory.

“Oh my God!”

her hair, agitated, then steadied herself and went to change

Mrs. King!“Chad’s greeting was warm as he stood in the living

“Renee noted his

instructed him not to tidy his room since

“Oh, I see.”

Something about

in Sarah. Without

swift. “Is

a loss for

bed, under the covers, nothing more,” she

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