Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 269

Renee made her way up to the thirty-eighth floor, a place she had become quite familiar with over time. The staff in Marcelo’s secretary's office were used to her visits and promptly directed her to his office.

“Where's Anna?"Renee couldn't help but ask the secretary guiding her.

“Anna is on a business trip," came the reply.

Renee nodded, though she was somewhat perplexed.

As Marcelo’s personal secretary,Anna typically accompanied him on business trips.

With Marcelo presently in the office, it raised questions about why Anna had embarked on a solo trip.

Despite her curiosity, Renee knocked on the office door, and it promptly swung open.

Marcelo was engrossed in a phone conversation, his bluetooth headset in place. He silently beckoned Renee to approach with a wave of his hand.

However,Renee remained still and made no sound, her senses picking up on the faint aroma of food in the air.

In the spacious office, nearly a hundred square meters in size, she finally located the source of the delightful scent—a bucket of fried chicken sitting on Marcelo’s desk.

Once he had concluded his phone call,he inquired, "Why are you standing so far away?"

“Did you hang up yet? I wasn't sure if you were in another video call,"She responded cautiously, her feet glued to the same spot.

She hadn't forgotten the lesson she had learned previously.Marcelo chuckled.

At this point, all the senior executives in the company were aware that he had a girlfriend, and it was too late for Renee to maintain her guard.

“It'll get cold if you don't eat now," he remarked, drawing her attention to the meal he had prepared.

Renee walked up to the desk and was delighted to discover that the fried chicken and milk tea were her favorite spots in the city.

It was a thoughtful gesture on Marcelo’s part, a reminder of a promise he had made to her.

Before she could express her gratitude, Marcelo abruptly tugged her hand, causing her to stumble and fall onto his lap.

Her buttocks met his strong and warm thighs, and she couldn't help but feel a rise in her body temperature.

“How do you expect me to eat like this?"

Gently patting his hand, which still rested on her waist, Renee silently conveyed her desire for him to release his grip.

"Our lips aren't locking, so you can still eat with your mouth."

"Um...I'm not quite accustomed to this." How could she eat in peace sitting on his lap?

She was getting turned on right now.

"Then get used to it,"He replied with a hint of determination in his voice.

He maintained his hold around her waist with his right hand while his left hand picked up a pen, and he started to review some documents.

Although he typically disliked physical contact with others, Renee was a unique exception.

He relished the sensation of holding her close.