Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 182 A dream

Marcelo lit a cigarette and took a drag. Marvin was still there. Perhaps it was sympathy, or maybe boredom, but Marcelo offered him a stick.

Marvin promptly declined, saying, “Sarah doesn’t like the smell of smoke.”

“As if you can even meet with her tonight,” Marcelo mocked.

Marvin made a face, but ultimately accepted the cigarette. “You’re one to o talk,” he retorted. “Aren’t we on the same boat?”

That night, Sarah had a dream.

In it, she was living in a large flat located in the city center. Although spacious, the unit only had one bedroom, with the other two rooms having been converted into a study and a collection room.

Marvin was there, too, sleeping on her living room sofa for the time being.

In the dream, Sarah was sleeping peacefully in her bedroom when the locked door suddenly swung open from the outside. A tall and imposing man walked in and sat on the side of her bed, silently staring at her.

She couldn’t see his face clearly, but she felt an overwhelming sense of fear, like a prey would when comered by wild beasts.

The man then held her hand.

Sarah wanted to struggle and break away, but she couldn’t even open her eyes.

Then she began to gently stroke her face.

Once again, she tried to roll over and avoid his touch, but she still couldn’t move.

The next thing she knew, the man was kissing her passionately.

The kiss felt familiar somehow, and the first thing that popped in her mind was Marvin’s face. “Ahh!” Sarah jolted awake, he eyes wide open, her heart racing.

“What’s wrong, Sarah?” Renee asked groggily after

aking up f

from her scream.

“I…Nothing. Nothing, I just had a nightmare. It’s that dream again” Sarah murmured the words, still in a daze from the implications of that cursed dream.

“Don’t be scared,” Renee comforted her in her state of half–sleep. ‘It’s okay.”

Sarah got up to drink some water. She needed a drink of water to calm her nerves.

She suddenly recalled the first time Marvin had stayed over. He had insisted that she drink a glass of milk every night, claiming that it would make her sleep better. She had complied then, not wanting to argue with a sick man.

tired of it about a week ago. As a result, she discreetly poured half of

down the sink.

started

since, like some ghostly vision

Sarah’s mind. What if something was

But for what purpose?

discomfort, nor had she found any

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*

up the next morning, she found

coffee table. “Sarah, what are you

It was just milk. “You look

nightmare, one that had

she were being honest, Sarah was afraid that she had just stumbled up -life

her and hugged her. “It’s all right.

“Hmm.”

and went to the cafeteria to get

of pouring all the

was buzzing during

picked out their food

quiet spot.

students started sitting

of that amazing Pagani by

I missed it. But did you hear about the two good–looking

I don’t know which guy from our school has it, but I’d call him ‘daddy‘ just for

and Sarah, both having graduated, exchanged smiles, thinking back on their

a different table, the chatter

all night, stepped out to the balcony for

you

S see it!”

the graduate dorms. When I headed out this morning, they were still there, as if

it out

Sarah’s

The alumni guesthouse…

that their current

to

”

frozen expressions.

it possibly be Marvin?” Renee questioned,

with a shake of her head, “They mentioned two people. Vance isn’t bad

it’s Marcelo?” Sarah