Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 183 Cut it out

“Marvin, I appreciate you saving me, but…” Sarah paused, searching for the right words. “You know, it’s usually just family or romantic partners who live together. And, you can’t just go around kissing me as you please. Surely, you’re aware of this, right?”

“Would you rather have me as your spouse or partner?” Marvin asked. The memory of Marcelo’s taunt from last night echoed in

his mind.

Firmly holding Sarah’s hand, he declared, “I’m going to marry you, Sarah.”

Sarah stood there, speechless.

The sight of a charming, confident man proposing was something many dream of.

Since she was young, Sarah had imagined a man sincerely asking her, “Sarah, will you marry me?”

But the man she pictured wasn’t Marvin.

Acting on impulse, she questioned, “Marvin, do you like me?”

“Yes, I like you,” Marvin responded without a second thought.

Sarah’s heart fluttered.

She had heard the word “like” numerous times.

But it always ended up meaning nothing.

“I’m sorry,” she said, gently removing Marvin’s hand. “Marvin, since you’ve recovered, you’ve become overly reliant on me. This ‘liking‘ you’re feeling, it’s just your mind playing tricks. I can’t accept that.”

Marvin frowned, clearly unhappy..

She doubted his words.

“Do you have feelings for someone else?” he speculated.

It seemed clear to him who this other person might be.

“No,” she replied firmly. Speaking of Quincy, Sarah remained composed. “Quincy’s with Alma now. He and I are nothing more than acquaintances.”

As Sarah looked at Marvin, she felt a sense of liberation from her past ties with Quincy.

she had seemed indifferent, yet she carried deep–seated

love for Quincy was real, but it ended in

now struck her as

the promises made in

marriage could not be as valuable as they appear, just like Marvin

like them so easily, and certainly don’t rush into promises of

hand tensed behind him, out of Sarah’s

the way, was there a Pagani here last night?” She asked

visibly irritated, hesitated at

reluctantly admitted, “Marcelo

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taken aback.

would’ve guessed that the “two handsome guys”

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had left a little while ago,

parked in the airport parking lot for about ten minutes when a man opened the

with gold–rimmed glasses, exuding a

it’s a privilege to be picked up

the compliments,”

handed Marcelo a brown paper bag. “Here’s the information you requested.” “About Renee’s background? Already?” Marcelo was surprised. He quickly opened the file, his anticipation evident. He’d been

wife, but I did discover something about Naomi.” Marcelo

away to a

., usually

Naomi’s records. Renee’s primary do reserved for intricate cases, made an exception. Furthermore, the scar removal medicine used was nowhere to be found in the country at that time,

information,

queried, “Any luck tracing the mysterious

there yet, but the search is ongoing,” Levy

yet his gaze lingered on specific

seven, battered by Grace, Renee endured

cobblestones for the entire night as punishment for not taking good care of her

only to find Rocco’s pocket as the final destination for her

outside her door, she

eleven, she was unable to

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and experienced mistreatment from

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Renee’s childhood was challenging, but it was only after reading these words that he truly comprehended the full

longing to