Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

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Chapter 85 Bitter taste

Renee’s need for air finally forced him to break the kiss, though clearly, he hadn’t had his fill. “Achoo!”

She sneezed again, bending away. As she tried to speak,Marcelo pushed her against the wall to kiss her again.

This kiss was more intense, almost punishing.

Renee felt a twinge of pain,

“Hmmp!”

ng for breath as she pounded on his chest.

Marcelo finally released her when her breath became labored. His gaze was lustful, and his hand, which had been cradling her head, slid down to the back of her neck.

He held it gently yet firmly, akin to how one would hold a delicate kitten, and spoke in a low, raspy voice. “Renee, do you remember who I am to you? Huh?”

Renee, gasping for air, met his eyes.

His hand had found its way to the front of her jeans.

“My husband. You’re my husband,” she managed to say, quickly grasping his hand, uncertain of his intentions. Marcelo nodded, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. “Good, you remember.”

He then withdrew his hand from her clothing.

Renee realized then that this was Marcelo’s way of reprimanding her for not informing him about her business trip.

She had been nearly breathless from his intense kiss. Annoyed, she glared at him, muttering, “If you catch my cold, you’ll only have yourself to blame.”

Marcelo, nonchalant, tossed his coat onto the shoe cabinet and proceeded further into the room.

Renee, unable to bear the sight of his coat lying there, hesitated for a moment before hanging it up. Standing by the bed and loosening his tie, Marcelo said, “I’ll drive you back to the set tomorrow morning.”

Renee had planned to use her work as an excuse to leave, but his words thwarted her plan.

“But I don’t have a change of clothes or pajamas.”

Marcelo fetched a white shirt from the wardrobe and handed it to her. “This will have to do.”

She was speechless. She didn’t want to ‘make do,‘ but requesting pajamas would only prompt him to buy them immediately, which seemed more embarrassing.

Resigned, she took the shirt and headed to the bathroom, nearly colliding with Marcelo who had stopped abruptly in front of her.

“Mrs. King, are you planning to join me for a bath?“Marcelo raised his eyebrows playful

You go first,” she blurted out, her

to find Marcelo lounging against the headboard, engrossed

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in his shirt before he quickly averted his

way she looked in his shirt made him want to strip

the nightstand, under which lay a note with the

green, clearly contained cold

felt a wave of

the table,

“Drinking more water would help me get over the cold

gaze, his expression an amusing mix of amusement and

Renee asked, “You…Why are you looking at me like that? The medicine is extremely bitter. And

and you kiss me later, you’ll just end

hint of threat to her

lowered, concealing a

in a

frightened look on her face, Renee

Was he serious?

to find

a wave of embarrassment wash

have heard,” Marcelo declared into the laptop, then closed

Don’t people usually use headphones? And why was your

of annoyance and disbelief, thinking Marcelo was

deal. Don’t worry about it.” He dismissed her concerns with a wave of his hand. Not a big

as he was,

reassured her, “They’re the executives from the company’s branch

found herself unexpectedly reassured by his

on

actually remembered to make her

drink it…” She resisted, intending to avoid taking the medicine at all costs. Remembering her past reluctance to use medicine on her knees when she was drunk, Marcelo

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handed

aback when he took a sip himself. Before she could react, he was pulling her close, his

taste of

her senses, she pushed Marcelo away and stepped back, leaning against the head

with her hand, her ears flushed red and looked at

a moment, still holding the glass of medicine.

Renee hesitated.

he was asking if she wanted to drink it herself or if she wanted him to help

deep breath, she reached out a shaky hand.