Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 281

"Let's not rush out just yet..." Marcelo suggested, pressing himself against her and initiating a kiss.

In a moment of daze, Renee impulsively slapped him when his soft lips met hers.

The sound resonated through the bathroom, leaving Marcelo in a rare state of bewilderment.

His head remained tilted, face reflecting confusion.

Not only was he rejected for no apparent reason after kissing his wife, but he was also unexpectedly slapped.

It took Renee a moment to comprehend her actions. Panicking, she looked at her hand, her eyelashes trembling. As she raised her gaze, she was met with Marcelo thunderous expression.

“I...I'm sorry," She stammered, expecting repercussions for her impulsive act.

“Did I do something wrong, Renee?"

After slapping him in the face, Renee felt she was in the wrong.

She avoided meeting his gaze, inadvertently catching sight of a noticeable bulge in his crotch.

Quickly averting her eyes, she pretended not to notice.

Marcelo expressed a desire to engage in intimate activities in the bathroom, appreciating the freshness and excitement of the location.

However, Renee’s impromptu slap interrupted his intentions.

Marcelo sighed, his irritation evident as he adjusted his collar.

The top button of his shirt fell to the floor, producing a sound upon landing.

Growing impatient, he couldn't endure the silence any longer.

"Say something, Renee," he urged.

“I...Sorry, I’m in a bad mood." Renee’s mind was in a mess and she hastily exited the bathroom. Her steps were disorganized, leading to a collision with the doorway, causing her to almost fall. Fortunately, Marcelo swiftly caught her before she hit the floor.

“Can't you be a little more careful?" His anger escalated further.

As he touched her, she subconsciously uttered, "Marcelo, I don't want to do it tonight."

“But I want you," He said with a straight face.

Renee could sense his excitement wasn't going down.

“Then you should go find someone else." Feeling dejected, Renee pushed him away, declaring, "Many women are willing to give their bodies to you, Mr. King."

For instance, Vivian was one of those women.

Marcelo, despite his towering rage, maintained a seemingly calm exterior.

Watching Renee leave the bathroom, he abruptly followed her.

Her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and Marcelo , with his height and long legs, swiftly pulled her along.

Renee struggled to keep up and was almost dragged away. The forceful movement made her tremble involuntarily.

Confused, she questioned, "Marcelo, what are you doing? Ah!"

Subsequently, she found herself thrown onto the bed.

She could sense his anger.

Marcelo, with a mixture of frustration and disbelief, stated, "Renee, you want me to be loyal to this marriage, but you ask me to find another woman? Huh?"

Laughing in anger, he dropped to one knee on the bed, pinching her chin and gritting his teeth. Mockingly, he remarked, "Mrs. King, that's so big of you."

“No, it's not what you think. It's just exhaustion weighing me down, Marcelo," Renee said bitterly. She had maintained her defenses and countered when confronting Vivian.

However, these actions now seemed insignificant.

What she was trying to do seemed like a joke.

It appeared to be her hopeful imagination.

“Marcelo, I genuinely appreciate you standing up for me tonight, but... That's not what I desire. I want something more." Renee sighed.

She had grown covetous.

What she craved was Marcelo’s love, not merely the respect and rights owed to her as Mrs. King.

Renee hesitated to confess, but in this moment, she had to confront her own feelings.

She disliked Vivian, not due to her marriage expectations but because of what she demanded from Marcelo.

Before she could respond, he halted in front of her, leaning over suddenly. This compelled her to lean back, steadying herself with one hand behind her back.

Concealed anger etched across his face.

He gripped Renee’s chin firmly, exerting force as if he were compelling her, with a touch of coaxing. "Renee, be good. Say something comforting. I'll let go of what transpired tonight."

He would forgive her if she apologized for her slip of the tongue that suggested he should look for another woman.

The notion of leaving the room and returning within less than half a minute didn't strike Marcelo as sensible.

He deemed himself irrational.

“Marcelo, that's not how we solve our issues." Renee felt a tinge of sadness.

They never resolved their issues comprehensively. Instead, they allowed conflicts to accumulate. Similar to their current actions, conflicts could erupt at any given moment.

She was unsure how to handle it.

Marcelo chuckled softly, as though mocking her.

Releasing her, he departed hastily.

She noticed his shirt dampened in the bathroom, adhering to him and outlining the contours of his muscles.

After a brief moment on the bed, Renee rose and approached the bedside.

Concealing herself behind the curtain, she pondered whether to step onto the balcony.

Standing there would undoubtedly expose her to Marcelo’s view.

At that moment, her phone chimed.

Alyssa just sent her a link to a shocking piece of news, which read, "Vivian Lambert has emerged as a senior executive at the renowned fashion company Harvillston. Congratulations!" The message came with a sticker expressing eagerness to witness the excitement.

Renee took a sudden step backward, distancing herself from the balcony.

The speculation she feared had indeed come true.

Despite her rejection of Harvillston, she felt a deep disappointment knowing that Vivian had been appointed as a senior executive. It was anticipated, yet Renee couldn't help but feel let down.

She felt really disappointed by the news.