Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 244

Meanwhile, Renee was in bed, restless.

That afternoon in the car, she had taken pleasure in riling Marcelo up.

Yet, their argument did nothing to resolve the issue at hand.

Her mind then wandered to Nana’s situation.

Nana had lured her back under the guise of celebrating her birthday, using her birthday wish to coerce her into helping Catherine. This complication was far from resolved.

From the master bedroom's French windows, she could see into the study.

Lost in thought, Renee noticed the light suddenly go out.

Instinctively, she curled up, feigning sleep.

But she realized; pretending to sleep never fooled Marcelo.

The bedroom door opened softly.

As she expected, Marcelo approached the bed and sat down, asking, "Fancy some milk tea?"

Renee felt bewildered.

Why would he offer that?

Surprised, she opened her eyes, sat up, and looked at Marcelo in confusion.

Unaware, the blanket slipped from her shoulders, revealing her see-through nightdress.

He could see her beautiful boobs,his mouth watered as he felt the urge to suck on her nipples.

Marcelo’s throat tightened visibly, and after a moment, he looked away.

It had been days since he and Renee had sex.

The tension was becoming too much for him.

He struggled to restrain himself.

"Do you want some milk tea?" he asked again.

"No, thank you," Renee responded, puzzled by his unusual offer.

Why would she have milk tea so close to bedtime?

It would only keep her awake.

Marcelo pressed his lips together, thought for a moment, then suggested, "Maybe some fried chicken?"

"Marcelo, if there's something on your mind, just say it,"Renee began, but then it hit her.

Milk tea and fried chicken...That was their thing during the "Peerless Grace" shoot in the movie city, his way of lifting her spirits.

She noticed his eyes lingering on her exposed breasts, almost like a predator eyeing its prey.

Swiftly, she adjusted the duvet to cover her chest.They would not be having sex not when the issue with Vivian was still up.

"Marcelo, the old milk tea and fried chicken tactic won't work again," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance under the lamp's dim light. "If you've nothing else, I need to sleep.I have work tomorrow."

As he remained quiet, she made a show of settling back under the blanket.

But in an instant, his strong hand was on her shoulder, lifting her into his embrace.

Marcelo, on one knee on the bed, didn't let go.

Her skin's touch was irresistibly enticing.

"You can't let Howard pick you up, accept his flowers, wear his clothes, or call him," he declared, setting down four rules, causing Renee to sneer despite herself.

"What about you? Picking her up at the airport, sending flowers, lending her clothes, making phone calls; haven't you done all of these things? Marcelo, I've said it before, I expect loyalty in this marriage... If you can't even offer that basic commitment, then maybe this marriage isn't worth it!"

"I won't do those things again," he promised.

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