Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 105

Chapter 105 Never felt this frustrated

“You’re the only one who makes me beg, Renee.“Marcelo breathed

At last, Renee lifted her head, fixing him with an intense stare.

She inquired, “What were you doing in London?”

Marcelo furrowed his brows, questioning, “Why do you want to know?”

He had informed her that it was work–related.

If it weren’t for urgent matters, he wouldn’t have arranged a private plane to London.

She regarded him with a self–mocking smile.

When he left, he claimed it was for work. However, the headlines featured rumors of him with another woman, and it was that woman who answered his phone.

He never brought up the phone call she made. Was it because he chose not to mention it at all, or did he believe it was inconsequential and didn’t warrant discussion?

Suddenly,Renee didn’t want to dwell on the topic. She took a deep breath and said to him, “Let go of me. I have something for

you.”

She then returned to the master bedroom and retrieved a dark gray cashmere scarf from the cloakroom.

“I have the gift I mentioned earlier for you,” Renee said as she handed the scarf to Marcelo. “It’s large enough to be used as a light blanket for your legs,” she added, puzzled by his decision to feign a leg ailment since she didn’t understand the reason behind it.

His expression softened considerably upon receiving the cashmere scarf.

“Did you design this?” He accepted the scarf, intending to inspect it.

“No,“Renee admitted. “I apologize,Marcelo. Today was my fault. I overstepped. It won’t happen again. I believe I need some time to cool down. I should return to my room and get some sleep.

She turned away and started to leave.

Before she could take two steps forward,he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back. “What’s this supposed to be?” he demanded, holding the scarf up to her face. “A divorce gift?Do you want to leave me,Renee?”

When she stubbornly refused to look at him, he let go of her wrist and took her chin between his fingers, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“I am your husband, Renee. You come in here, hand me a scarf, then declare that you want to sleep in a separate room? What is it that you’re trying to say, exactly?What did I do wrong? Why are you so upset?”

Renee winced from the pressure of his grasp.

“I just don’t want to be in the same room as you, that’s all.” She felt the need to put some distance between them somehow.

Now he was mad!

had begged her to

he could to eliminate any problem that could be possibly

was still upset and

anger. He

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he stormed out of the room, slamming

the hall, she poked her head out the door and saw him throw the scarf into the trash bin on the second floor landing. He used enough

as if she had been stabbed by a sharpened dagger. There

stared at the trash bin for a moment longer before returning to the bedroom. It was a gift,

what if he didn’t like it? The matter was out

out the window just in time

know what to make of

here ten minutes, but he had already finished an entire bottle of wine. As disconcerting as it

asked, his tone laced with concern, though his eyes glinted with the unabashed desire

so he was late to Miranda’s birthday party. By the time he arrived, Marcelo and Renee had already

was about to strike midnight, he received an unexpected call from Marcelo, asking to meet up. He

ran a hand over his face

Jason prodded, “Did you have

as if to

the party early. Someone said you were mad at Renee. Apparently, you were scowling when you left the

Marcelo was planning to dump Renee. He was wise enough not to ask

at the moment.

fight,” He muttered, even as he raised his

kept playing over and over in his mind. She had told him she was sorry, yet he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that she was only

an outburst from out of nowhere? Women like to

happened, and we’ll walk through the possibilities together?” Jason was more

a girlfriend, so what good is your help in a situation like this? Get

gaped at him

didn’t have a girlfriend

say that out

knew Marcelo well enough to know that he was getting nothing out

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old. If he doesn’t want

then. He fished his phone out of his pocket and called home. “Fetch the scarf in the trash bin on the second floor,” he told the servant who answered the call “And make sure my wife doesn’t find

sleep in, but she woke up at

of the bed perturbed her. She had tossed and turned for most of the night, drifting back and forth between the state of sleep and

night long,Marcelo did

found herself checking the trash bin down the hall. The trash bag had been

ate breakfast with a somber mood, after which, she saw that Sarah had sent her a

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