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.

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

down the sink.

started around

like some ghostly vision

thought crossed Sarah’s mind. What if something was added to the milk? What if

But for what purpose?

any physical discomfort, nor had she found any marks on her skin. Marvin couldn’t

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woke up the next morning, she found Sarah

glass on the coffee table. “Sarah, what

milk. “You look pale. Are you still thinking

nightmare, one that had

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

hugged her.

“Hmm.”

pair freshened up and went

a point of pouring

cafeteria was buzzing

out their

quiet spot.

long, other students started sitting

a glimpse of that

gate, so I missed it. But

guy from our school has it, but I’d call him ‘daddy‘ just for a chance to see

having graduated, exchanged smiles, thinking

the chatter was

all night, stepped out to the balcony for some air,

Do you have

S see it!”

by the alumni guesthouse and the graduate dorms. When I headed out this morning, they were still there, as if they hadn’t

check it

and Sarah’s

The alumni guesthouse…

their

to

”

frozen expressions.

be Marvin?” Renee

people. Vance isn’t

Marcelo?” Sarah