Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 218

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“Baby, when we get to bed, you have to call me that too.” Renee snapped out of her daze, pushing against him, though she only managed to move his head back slightly,

“Marcelo, are you playing with me? You’re not really drunk, are you?”

Her eyes sparkled with beauty as she gazed at him.

After their lingering kiss, her eyes glowed with the lingering affection.

He chuckled involuntarily.

Perhaps influenced by the alcohol, his usually reserved demeanor now showed a hint of playfulness, reminding Renee of how care–free he could be.

“Marcelo, so you’re not really drunk!” Renee remarked, slightly irritated.

She had forgotten that Jason had once mentioned Marcelo hardly ever got drunk.

“How could I get drunk with you around?” He pressed her against the car door, his voice low and husky.

What if she got taken while he was drunk? Who would he blame then?

Even through their clothes, the touch conveyed the other’s presence, soothing the brain under alcohol’s influence.

It felt like a craving for touch.

“Marcelo, you’re suffocating me!” She shoved him back; he was too close, his words swirling with the

smell of alcohol.

“You’re so sensitive,” He remarked, giving a slight nod as his head brushed against her neck intermittently.

“Your beard feels scratchy.” Marcelo ran his hand over his chin, there was a light stubble, hardly noticeable, but Renee’s sensitive skin made it feel prickly.

From accompanying Renee to the hospital, then hurrying to Hagua, and straight to the company for a meeting…He had been too occupied to even shave.

He appeared to enjoy deliberately brushing his stubble against her neck.

“It’s too hard. Stop rubbing it against me,” Renee complained, turning her head away from him.

“Oh?” The man smirked, meeting Renee’s gaze. “What’s hard? Where is it rubbing?”

It took Renee a moment to realize what he was referring to.

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“Marcelo, even when you’re drunk, your mind is still filled with nonsense!”

He didn’t protest, emitting a deep, pleasant chuckle, and gently pinched Renee’s chin before kissing her lips again.

Not quite content, he stepped away momentarily only to come back and plant a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

He wasn’t drunk, but Renee sensed something unusual about him.

The more Marcelo drank, the wider his smile seemed to grow.

His voice, resonating deeply from his throat, held a captivating allure.

As Renee was preparing to get Marcelo into the car, she noticed a girl standing nearby

Her delicate and serene features exuded a comforting aura, instantly calming the surroundings. With

waist–length straight hair, a chiffon shirt, a long floral skirt reaching her ankles, and white canvas shoes, she appeared almost ethereal amidst the Heart Island, evoking a student–like vibe. But she wasn’t a

student.

She was a core member of her laboratory.

“Flossie?”

Renee was worried she might have misidentified the person.

Surprised, the girl turned her head and exclaimed, “Boss!”

“Why are you here?” She asked, puzzled.

Flossie was briefly flustered. “I came to give keys to a friend, but I accidentally dirtied a guest’s clothes earlier. I wanted to make it up to him, but I couldn’t find him.”

“Then once you find him, head home promptly.”

“Yes, boss, don’t worry. I’ll make it to the lab on time tomorrow, and it won’t affect the experiment.”

As Renes got into the car, she suddenly remembered.

If she wasn’t mistaken, it was a woman who had stained Levy’s clothes!

A drug development researcher’s hands should be the steadiest, so Flossie shouldn’t have spilled wine on someone else, right?

Could it really be just a coincidence?

Renee was about to ask Marcelo, but as she glanced at him, she found him casually observing her, chin propped on his hand.

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Marcelo asked, “Boss?”

Renee was left without words.

“That person doesn’t strike me as someone you’d find working in a bar.”

His comment immediately debunked the excuse Renee wanted to use that this girl was a staff member of

the Venus Bar,

“Lab?” Marcelo asked once more.

“Aren’t you drunk? How are you recalling everything so clearly?”

Marcelo raised an eyebrow curiously.

Renee shut her eyes and explained, “I’ve invested in a lab project. Since I’m funding it, the girl earlier called me boss.”

She was merely the one providing the funds.

And at most, just an average project starter.

Beneath the midnight city glow, the Rolls–Royce glided along.

Marcelo wrapped his arm around Renee’s waist, lifting her onto his lap.

“Hey!” She patted his cheek softly.

“Stay still,” he insisted, resting his head against hers. “It’s not like the first time I’ve held you.”

Renee had just glanced at the driver, who promptly raised the partition between the back and front seats, cutting off any chance for her to use him as an excuse.

Of course, It was because Luke trained him well!

“Just an investor?” Marcelo asked, looking at the charming woman on his lap. “Mrs. King, you have a

history.”

A history of deception.

If he hadn’t caught her with the Venus Bar owner’s issue, she might still be pretending.

“Of course, I’m telling the truth. You know, the lab focuses on researching and developing targeted cancer drugs. I’m not a biology or chemistry student, so how would I understand lab matters?” Renee made a sensible argument.

Marcelo silently chuckled as he held her.

When people heard about new drug development, they would usually think of medical or pharmacology

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fields.

However, Renee referred to biology and chemistry instead.

She specialized in image design, but she seemed well–versed in science and engineering details However, seeing Renee on his lap with her eyes darting like a crafty fox, Marcelo hesitated to unveil her

“Does the lab need more funds?”

“Huh?”

The topic switch was sudden, leaving Renee momentarily slow to respond.

“It’s, it’s fine for now, not in need.”

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