Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 253

Marcelo, however, remained stoic, feigning sleep as he leaned back. Secretly, he was acutely aware of every single touch and he tried his best to act unaffected.

Renee, in her mind, didn't think she was entirely wrong for leaving without consulting Marcelo. Firstly, her hasty exit was understandable given her mood. Secondly, she pondered that Marcelo might have preferred her to leave so he could stay longer at Vivian’s party.

The real issue was her abrupt return, awkwardly asking if he was leaving as well.

Had he chosen to stay, perhaps she would be the one upset now.

But Marcelo’s immediate departure, souring Vivian’s mood,really pleased Renee. Happy with this outcome, she felt inclined to placate him.

As the Phantom rolled to a stop at the main porch of the house, Marcelo exited the car first, with Renee following closely behind.

The servants had already opened the door, awaiting the arrival of their master and his wife. "Marcelo, wait!" Renee called out.

As Marcelo was about to step inside,Renee made a sudden move. She grabbed his tie, swiftly pulling him aside and pressing him against the wall.

Marcelo, taken aback by her bold action, was momentarily caught off balance and then startled to find himself against the wall. In the next instant, as he bent his head due to the pull on his tie, Renee’s soft lips met his in a gentle, sweet kiss. His eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise flickering in them.

Renee noticed a look of shock in the dark depths of Marcelo’s eyes, a reaction she had never seen in him before.

Before she could reflect on this,Marcelo acted. He lifted her by the waist, effortlessly reversing their positions.

Renee, losing her footing, instinctively clung to him. By the time she realized what had happened, she found herself pinned against the wall, her feet dangling and legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

At that moment, as her legs coiled around him,Renee saw his lips curve into a smile. He seemed to be enjoying this, triumphant in his playfulness.

“Marcelo!" she exclaimed, pushing his face away, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and fake anger.

But her sultry eyes, slightly reddened at the corners, lacked any real threat. She looked more like an alluring, vibrant flower.

Marcelo’s gaze on Renee was intense and predatory, like a wolf eyeing its prey.

Renee, recognizing that look, knew exactly what it signified. "You..." she started.

“You have to take responsibility, Mrs. King," He replied. He then carried her upstairs, holding her in a way that resembled carrying a child.

Marcelo knew that being discovered in such a position wouldn't be embarrassing for him, but it would be for Renee. She valued her dignity, and the implications of their entrance into the house in such a manner were more obvious than discreet.

To avoid being seen,Renee kept her face buried in his neck throughout his walk to the bedroom, too shy to look up.

Once inside the bedroom, Marcelo pressed her against the wall again, his impatience showing as he struggled with her jeans. He expressed his frustration with a click of his tongue. "You should have worn a skirt today."

His audacity to be so particular in that moment made Renee frown. Before she could protest, however, his kiss silenced her.

The smart heater in the master bedroom had already warmed the room as they entered. Soon, Renee’s clothes were scattered across the floor, adding vibrant and colorful contrasts to the dark, sophisticated carpet.

“Wa—Wait!"Renee suddenly gasped, stopping him. "Use a condom.My pills are exhausted.I’ll get on a new plan tomorrow," she reminded.

Marcelo glanced towards the bedside table, a good ten meters away, and for the first time cursed the expansive size of his bedroom.

In that moment,Marcelo was overwhelmed by a wave of impulsiveness.

“I don't want to use it," he said.

“No!" Renee countered, shaking her head emphatically. "I could get pregnant!"

“Then we'll have a baby. We are legally married, Mrs. King."

Marcelo mind wandered to the thought of a mini version of Renee, a little girl both delicate and charming.

“Marcelo, I'm not ready for kids yet!" There was a hint of desperation in Renee’s eyes as she pushed against his shoulders, knowing she couldn't stop him if he insisted.

Realizing her distressed state,Marcelo remembered that Renee, despite being highly educated and accomplished, was only twenty-two. Her peers were still in college,some might be done and still discovering themselves.

He then carried her to the bedside table, moving with quick, determined steps.

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