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

never done

declined, but

saw Renee meticulously cleaning her fingers, her face a mask

composure.

flushed ears betrayed

in his

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

“Where to?”

one leg crossed over the

contrast to his usual suited, business–like

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

air of

Renee was taken

wrist, guiding her to the bed and

to leave vanished as Marcelo joined her in bed, his presence enveloping her, leaving her no room

raced

“Marcelo…”

“Shhh.”

already closed, signaling

thoughts were a

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he hated

he seemed to use her as

she had pleaded

Marcelo, I didn’t

are

hoarse yet lazy, carried an underlying

were,

the recent intense moments and her sore hands,

felt rigid, lying flat and

Marcelo lay motionless,

How could

gotten used to this Had

with those women…wouldn’t he risk revealing

did he only share his bed with

trusted any woman before he

he fully trust

thought somehow made Renee feel

sleep overtook her, and she

steadied, Marcelo silently opened his eyes, observing her

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

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

by her breath, a subtle mix

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

with such allure in his embrace, Marcelo felt no

his

in the folly of

simply a

he lacking

last time she was drunk. Moreover, Renee was his spouse.

this puzzle quickly and

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Renee awoke to find

next to her was vacant, its warmth

at the clock, it read

who cherished

the previous night’s events unfolded in her mind

memory.

“Oh my God!”

steadied herself and

warm as he stood in the

“Renee noted his

shared that Marcelo had instructed him

“Oh, I see.”

it just her imagination? Something about Chad’s gaze

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

swift. “Is his…

at a loss

bed, under the

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