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 something like this

declined, but he

bathroom door, he saw Renee

composure.

ears

memory of her touch lingered in his mind, a stark contrast to

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

“Where to?”

the door was casual, one leg crossed over the other, effectively barring Renee’s

contrast

Renee began, then paused as she

an air of nonchalance.

was

could process this, he grasped her wrist, guiding her to the bed and

bed, his presence enveloping her, leaving her no

raced with

“Marcelo…”

“Shhh.”

already closed, signaling his readiness for

were a

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hated people being in his

he seemed to use her as

can‘ it sounded… almost as if she had pleaded to

Marcelo, I

are your hands

voice, hoarse yet lazy, carried an

they were,

moments

to an unfamiliar man, she felt rigid, lying

Marcelo lay motionless,

perplexed. How could he fall asleep so

if Marcelo had gotten used to this Had he

those women…wouldn’t he risk revealing

his bed with

he trusted any woman

he fully trust her

somehow made Renee

her,

Marcelo silently opened his eyes, observing

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

straight nose. Awake, she carried an air of distance, but

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

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

such allure in his

his own

folly of keeping

simply a

Was he lacking in

unique comfort; he had felt it the last time she was drunk. Moreover, Renee was his spouse. Surely, keeping her in

this puzzle quickly and felt a

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awoke

was vacant, its

clock, it

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

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

memory.

“Oh my God!”

agitated, then steadied herself and went to change before heading

King!“Chad’s greeting was warm as

“Renee noted his especially friendly smile. “Where’s

instructed him not to tidy

“Oh, I see.”

it just her imagination? Something about Chad’s gaze seemed off

the night’s shock, Renee felt compelled to confide in Sarah. Without

response was swift.

a loss

sharing a bed, under the covers, nothing more,” she

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