Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

"Hmm, it looks like you are no longer sleepy. Fine, I'll take you out to get milk tea and barbecue. Afterward, can we have another late night together?"

By the time Renee realized what she had walked into, it was too late. A rosy blush appeared on her cheeks, and she blinked rapidly to cover up her embarrassment.

"You wish," she muttered as she looked away from him.

A bunch of young playboys had approached in hopes of currying favor with Marcelo, and they just happened to overhear the conversation between him and Renee.

They stopped short in shock.

Was this really the noble Mr. King discussing fried chicken and barbecue with Renee? And Renee, too, had she really just put on a sullen act to get her way? Wasn't she always so elegant and demure?

What the hell?

Worse yet, they seemed to be discussing something else, something intimate that was meant to occur behind closed doors. And Renee had basically refused Marcelo.

What was really going on with these two?

As far as everyone else was concerned, Marcelo and Renee came from two different worlds.

Yet, after what they had just seen, they couldn't deny that the two made a perfect match. There was a vibe between them, an unseen barrier that closed them off from the rest of the world.

"Aren't you bored just sitting there, Miss Hudson? Why don't you play cards with us?" Vivian, who had been gone for ten minutes, reappeared after composing herself. "You wouldn't mind, right, Marcelo?" she added, turning to smile at him.

After acknowledging Marcelo's marriage to Renee, she deemed this polite inquiry necessary.

Marcelo tilted his head toward Renee, silently telling them that the decision lay with her.

Renee's eyes locked with Vivian's.

while the other was friendly and eager. Only

and

not bored, of course, but she wanted to see what sort of tricks Vivian

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had grown significantly, overshadowing Vivian's dwindling stack. In their most recent game, Renee had won a large number of chips

remarked with a sigh. "I'm

seemed to act as a cue. Suddenly, a voice rang out across the room. "Mr. King, come and help Vivian with her cards! It's her

her frown deepening as

It was Alma.

on a

of young

men.

a talker, his

known, those who once flattered Andrew had shifted their attention to him. At the sound of Alma's voice, Marcelo turned He noticed the frustrated expression on. Vivian's face. Yet, she managed a

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shifted to Renee. The right side of her table was piled high with chips.

young men around

this way," he suggested, starting to

He wasn't particularly

playing against Renee sparked

of

could have some fun with

of the others, who

Mr. King, teaming up with Vivian to take on

chimed in, "Well, it's Vivian who called him over. If you could do

we're not in Vivian's