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

Renee meticulously cleaning her fingers, her

composure.

ears betrayed

lingered in his mind, a stark contrast to

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

“Where to?”

one leg

contrast to

of course…” Renee began, then paused as she grasped his

air of nonchalance. “Yes, you

Renee was

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

joined her in bed, his

mind raced with

“Marcelo…”

“Shhh.”

already closed, signaling his readiness for

thoughts were

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thought that he hated people

seemed to use

she

I

are your

hoarse yet lazy, carried an

were,

the recent intense moments and her sore hands, fell

man, she felt rigid, lying flat and staring at the ceiling, too

Renee, Marcelo lay motionless, seemingly

How could

wondered if Marcelo had gotten used to this Had he

with those women…wouldn’t he risk revealing the

only share his bed with a

trusted any woman before he

fully trust her

somehow made Renee

overtook her, and she drifted

Marcelo silently opened his eyes, observing

he could even notice the

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

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

nestled in his arms, felt like a natural

such allure in his embrace, Marcelo

his

else would he indulge in the folly of keeping her in

was simply

Was he lacking in female

it the last time she was drunk.

quickly and felt a

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following morning, Renee awoke to find herself

to her was vacant,

it

a freelance stylist like her, one who cherished her

then the previous night’s events

memory.

“Oh my God!”

hair, agitated, then steadied herself

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

morning,Chad. “Renee noted his especially

Marcelo had instructed him not to tidy his room

“Oh, I see.”

Something about Chad’s gaze seemed off

still reeling from the night’s shock, Renee felt compelled to confide in Sarah. Without preamble, she said, “I shared a

swift. “Is

a

under the covers,

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