Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

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

could have declined,

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

composure.

her flushed ears

touch lingered in his mind, a stark

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

“Where to?”

was casual, one leg crossed over

contrast to his usual

began, then paused as she

air of nonchalance. “Yes,

Renee was

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

vanished as Marcelo joined her in bed, his presence enveloping

raced

“Marcelo…”

“Shhh.”

eyes were already closed, signaling his readiness for

thoughts were a

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hated people

he seemed to use her as

can‘ it sounded… almost as if she had

I didn’t

are

hoarse yet lazy, carried

they were,

moments and her sore

felt rigid, lying flat and staring at the ceiling,

lay motionless, seemingly

was perplexed. How could

gotten used to this Had he been with other

he risk revealing the secret of his

he only share his bed with a woman

woman before he

fully trust her

made Renee feel

overtook her, and she drifted

her breathing steadied, Marcelo silently opened his eyes, observing

could even notice the fine

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

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

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

with such allure in his

his

he indulge in the folly of keeping her in his room

simply

inwardly. Was he lacking

time she

quickly and felt a surge of

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following morning, Renee awoke to find herself

to her was vacant, its

at the clock, it read half past

one who cherished her sleep,

for a moment, then the previous night’s events unfolded in her mind

memory.

“Oh my God!”

ruffled her hair, agitated, then steadied herself

was warm as he stood in the living

his especially

already at work.“Chad shared that Marcelo had instructed him not to tidy his room since

“Oh, I see.”

Something about Chad’s

compelled to confide in Sarah. Without preamble,

swift. “Is his…

at a loss

under the covers, nothing more,” she