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

had never done

declined,

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

composure.

flushed ears betrayed

of her touch lingered in his mind, a

washing, Renee awkwardly held her hands behind her back, then let them fall to her

“Where to?”

one leg crossed over the

contrast to

as she grasped his insinuation. “You mean, I should. stay

nodded with an air of nonchalance.

Renee was

process this, he grasped her wrist, guiding her

her in bed, his presence enveloping her, leaving her no room to

raced

“Marcelo…”

“Shhh.”

eyes were already closed, signaling

were a

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thought that he hated

he seemed to use

as if she had

Marcelo, I didn’t

King, are your

yet lazy, carried an underlying

they were, together

moments

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

lay motionless, seemingly

How could he fall asleep so

Marcelo had gotten used to this Had he been with other

risk revealing

he only share his bed with a woman he

any woman before

he fully trust

made

sleep overtook her,

her breathing steadied, Marcelo silently opened his

close, he could even notice the fine

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

enveloped by her breath, a subtle mix of milky and

in his arms, felt like a natural relaxant,

in his

his own

indulge in the folly of keeping

was simply a

inwardly. Was he

the last time she was drunk. Moreover, Renee was his spouse. Surely, keeping her in his

and felt a surge

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following morning, Renee awoke to

next to her was vacant,

the clock, it read

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

the previous night’s events unfolded in her mind like a

memory.

“Oh my God!”

steadied herself and went

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

noted his especially friendly

shared that Marcelo had instructed him not to tidy his room since Renee was still

“Oh, I see.”

her imagination? Something about Chad’s gaze seemed

Renee felt compelled to confide in Sarah. Without preamble, she said,

swift.

a loss for

a bed, under the

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