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.

the other was friendly and eager. Only the two women themselves knew that separate storms were brewing

stood up and said,

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

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of chips had grown significantly, overshadowing Vivian's dwindling stack. In their most

Vivian remarked with a sigh.

a cue. Suddenly, a voice rang out across the room. "Mr. King, come and help Vivian with her cards! It's her first game since coming

deepening as she fought to hide

It was Alma.

lounging on a sofa, surrounded by

of young

men.

talker, his demeanor cool as

who once flattered Andrew had shifted their attention to him. At the sound of Alma's voice, Marcelo turned He noticed the frustrated

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Renee. The right side of her table was piled high with chips. Her knack for dice games had evidently translated well into

men around him, wheeled

this way," he suggested, starting

He wasn't particularly fool.

but playing against

of

could have some fun with

shift caught the attention of the others, who couldn't

with Vivian to take

it's Vivian who called him over. If

we're not in Vivian's