Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Pulling her luggage,Renee noticed Marcelo following her. "Are you driving me to the airport?" she asked. "It's on my way,"He replied, taking a seat in the back and instructing the driver to start the car.

Renee pondered the route. The airport was near the suburbs. Where could he be going that was on the way?

She turned to him. "Don't you have work today?" Her tone carried a hint of curiosity towards Marcelo, who seemed unusually idle that morning.

With a relaxed demeanor, Marcelo replied, "Day off."

Renee shot him a doubtful look.

Was the KM Group really performing so poorly that its CEO could afford to take so many days off? She thought to herself.

Catching her skeptical glance,Marcelo gently tapped Renee's forehead. "What's that look for?" he asked.

He suspected that he was crazy to skip work just because she was leaving the country.

Renee, rubbing her forehead, shot him a slightly aggrieved glare. But she didn't call him out on his apparent mood. Reaching the airport, she suppressed her laughter, feeling an unexpected warmth in her heart.

At the airport, farewells were a common sight.

hidden in his neck in a deeply emotional goodbye. He turned away from the scene and

"Renee!" he called.

"Yes?"She turned, puzzled.

gesturing towards her. She seemed completely unemotional about leaving. "What do

as she approached the car. Marcelo, seated in the back, reached out, grasped the

in a fervent kiss, starting with an intensity like a reprimand. It slowly turned softer,

shock, locked onto Marcelo's dark eyes. She felt emotions

from hers, his hand still lingering on her neck. His voice was rough as he

at the Airport

neighboring city, Renee was

immediately greeted by a

whisked away to het hotel to begin the hectic preparations for the upcoming show, busy as

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the morning, the models were getting

in, panic-stricken. "Jonah, there's a problem!

costume designer for the Light show, was a man in his mid-thirties and quite handsome. He was perplexed.