Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 245

"Then I'm sorry, I apologize,"Renee said, unsure of the cause but swift to mend the bridges.

Marcelo’s temper wasn't a novelty for Renee.

However, she chose not to dwell on it.

Momentarily speechless,Marcelo was caught off guard by this unexpected side of Renee.

Pursing his lips, he hadn't anticipated such a facet of her personality.

"Are you mute now? Did someone glue your mouth shut?"Renee teased, attempting to pry open his lips with her fingers.

In the past, those who showed such disrespect to Marcelo would have faced grave repercussions.

Yet, with her, even in his anger, he found himself unable to assert his usual authority.

Renee seemed determined not to let it go without an apology.

After a brief standoff, Marcelo finally conceded. "I’m sorry," he mumbled.

Again,this little woman can have him on his knees anytime she pleases.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."Renee frowned, struggling to catch his whispered voice.

Marcelo’s grip on her waist tightened, enough for her to feel it without causing any harm

"I said, I'm sorry!" After the initial apology, the subsequent ones became easier.

Displaying his annoyance while recognizing his inability to change the situation, Marcelo inquired, "Are you satisfied now, Mrs. King?"

Instantly,Renee’s mood lifted, and she responded with a coy tilt of her chin. "Yes!"

Marcelo huffed in response, finding her seemingly entitled behavior particularly charming.

"Then let's continue!"

His lips descended on hers once more.

Sensing the kiss's intent,Renee promptly shielded her lips with her hands, blinking at Marcelo with wide eyes.

He remained calm, but the desire in his eyes was unmistakable.

"What are you playing at now?" he hissed.

"Weren't you going to get me milk tea and fried chicken?"

Sleep no longer interested her. She desired a late-night snack.

"You said you didn't want any." Marcelo clenched his teeth.

Now was not the time for milk tea and fried chicken!

"Oh, I changed my mind."

Her flip-flopping was accompanied by a complete lack of shame.

"Too bad, we'll get it tomorrow,"He declared, shutting down any further argument and firmly pinning her.

His desire tonight was exceptionally strong.

Without warning, he seized her by the thighs and lifted her from the bed, supporting her by the buttocks. Taken aback, she reflexively encircled her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, afraid of losing her balance.

As usual, his bedroom stamina was more than she could handle.

But tonight, Renee sensed Marcelo was settling the score for her earlier interruptions.

Feeling like a fish out of water, she struggled to catch her breath and keep up with his pace.

"Marcelo, I'm so tired."

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