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

some ghostly vision that

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

But for what purpose?

she had never woken up with any physical discomfort, nor had she found any marks on her skin. Marvin couldn’t have done anything to her in her sleep. So,

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up the next morning,

the coffee table. “Sarah, what are

over and sniffed the glass. It was just milk. “You look pale.

an even bigger nightmare, one

she were being honest, Sarah was afraid that

her.

“Hmm.”

went to the cafeteria

Sarah made a point of pouring

university cafeteria was buzzing during

out their food

quiet spot.

long, other students

catch a glimpse of that amazing Pagani by

gate, so I missed it.

about the car. I don’t know which guy from our school has it, but I’d call him ‘daddy‘ just for a chance to see

both having graduated, exchanged smiles, thinking back on their own college

a different table, the chatter was even

night, stepped out to the balcony for

you

S see it!”

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

it

Sarah’s smiles

The alumni guesthouse…

that their

to

”

frozen expressions.

it possibly be Marvin?” Renee questioned, her voice laced with

mentioned two people. Vance isn’t bad

it’s Marcelo?”