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

reality. “No! You go first,” she blurted out, her mind foggy from

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

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shirt before he quickly averted his eyes,

shirt made him want to strip her

on the nightstand, under which lay a note with the bold

clearly contained cold medicine

felt a wave of

on the table, hinting for Renee to drink

more water would help me get

gaze, his expression an amusing mix of amusement and

you looking at me like that? The medicine is extremely

kiss me later, you’ll just end up with a bitter taste in your

a hint of threat to

concealing a

in a

look on her face, Renee was

Was he serious?

screen, only to find curious eyes staring back

wave of embarrassment

heard,” Marcelo declared into

tell me you were in a meeting? Don’t people usually use

and disbelief, thinking Marcelo was being utterly

it.” He dismissed her concerns with a

someone as audacious as he was, but for her

she stewed in her frustration, Marcelo reassured her, “They’re the executives from the company’s branch

of silence, Renee found herself unexpectedly reassured

medicine on the bedside table, urging her

make

intending to avoid taking the medicine at all costs. Remembering her past reluctance to use medicine on her

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handed him the

a sip himself. Before she could

hers, and the bitter taste of the medicine

senses, she pushed Marcelo away and stepped back,

her mouth with her hand, her ears flushed red and looked at him with a mix of surprise

holding the glass of medicine. “Would you like to drink it?” he

Renee hesitated.

wanted to drink it herself or

out a shaky hand. “I…I’ll drink