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.

dhe

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 with

done something like

declined,

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

composure.

ears betrayed

his

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

“Where to?”

door was casual, one leg crossed over the other,

relaxed demeanor was a stark contrast to his usual

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

nodded with an air of

was

he grasped her wrist, guiding her to the bed and

in bed,

raced

“Marcelo…”

“Shhh.”

eyes were already closed, signaling

were

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he hated people being in

to use her as

almost as if she had pleaded to stay. Didn’t he realize

Marcelo, I didn’t

are your

hoarse yet lazy, carried an

were, together in

recent intense moments

lying flat and staring at the ceiling,

Marcelo lay motionless,

perplexed. How could he fall

wondered if Marcelo had gotten used to this Had he been

he risk revealing the

his bed with

woman

he fully

made Renee feel

her,

Marcelo silently

up close, he could even notice the

Awake, she carried an air of distance, but in sleep, her

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

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

in his embrace, Marcelo felt

his own

indulge in the folly

was simply

inwardly. Was he

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

puzzle quickly and felt a surge of

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morning, Renee awoke to

bed next to her was vacant,

at the clock, it read

freelance stylist like her, one who cherished her

then the previous night’s events unfolded in her mind

memory.

“Oh my God!”

steadied herself and went to change before heading

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

morning,Chad. “Renee noted his especially

had instructed him not

“Oh, I see.”

just her imagination? Something about Chad’s

confide in Sarah.

was swift.

at a loss for

sharing a bed, under the covers,

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