Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 250

“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.

One gaze was calm and gentle, while the other was friendly and eager. Only the two women themselves knew that separate storms were brewing underneath the surface.

Renee stood up and said, "Sure thing."

She was not bored, of course, but she wanted to see what sort of tricks Vivian was going to play.

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Half an hour had passed.Renee’s pile of chips had grown significantly, overshadowing Vivian’s dwindling stack. In their most recent game, Renee had won a large number of chips from her.

“Miss Hudson, you're really skilled at cards," Vivian remarked with a sigh. "I'm almost out of chips."

Her words 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 first game since coming home, and she's losing terribly. That's not a good look!"

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