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 mind foggy from the

from the bathroom to find Marcelo lounging against the headboard, engrossed in his

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his shirt before he

looked in his shirt made him want to

extra glass of water on the nightstand, under which lay a note with

water, slightly green, clearly contained cold

a wave

the table, hinting for Renee to drink

want to,” She protested. “Drinking more water

expression an amusing mix of amusement and

you looking at me like

you’ll just end up with a bitter taste in your

hint of threat

lowered, concealing a smile tinged with

in a meeting,” he

frightened look on her face,

Was he serious?

his laptop screen, only to find

a wave of

today’s meeting. Ignore anything you shouldn’t have heard,” Marcelo declared into the laptop, then closed it and

in a meeting? Don’t people usually use headphones? And

annoyance and

her concerns with a wave of

not for someone as audacious as he was, but for her it was

Marcelo reassured her, “They’re the executives from the company’s branch in France.They

a moment of silence, Renee found herself

nodded towards the cold medicine on the bedside table,

actually remembered to make her drink the

medicine at all costs. Remembering her past reluctance to use medicine on her knees when she was drunk, Marcelo reached out his hand. “Give it

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handed

to discard it, she was taken aback when he took a sip himself. Before she could react, he was pulling her close, his hand cradling the back

the bitter taste of the medicine touched her mouth.

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

and looked at him with a mix of surprise and shyness. “Marcelo,

a moment, still holding the glass of medicine.

Renee hesitated.

to drink it herself or if

reached out