Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 286

Marcelo lit a cigarette and took a drag. Marvin was still there. Perhaps it was sympathy, or maybe boredom, but Marcelo offered him a stick.

Marvin promptly declined, saying, "Sarah doesn't like the smell of smoke."

“As if you can even meet with her tonight," Marcelo mocked.

Marvin made a face, but ultimately accepted the cigarette. "You're one to talk," he retorted. "Aren't we on the same boat?"

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That night, Sarah had a dream.

In it, she was living in a large flat located in the city center. Although spacious, the unit only had one bedroom, with the other two rooms having been converted into a study and a collection room.

Marvin was there, too, sleeping on her living room sofa for the time being.

In the dream, Sarah was sleeping peacefully in her bedroom when the locked door suddenly swung open from the outside. A tall and imposing man walked in and sat on the side of her bed, silently staring at her.

She couldn't see his face clearly, but she felt an overwhelming sense of fear, like a prey would when cornered by wild beasts.

The man then held her hand.

Sarah wanted to struggle and break away, but she couldn't even open her eyes.

Then she began to gently stroke her face.

Once again, she tried to roll over and avoid his touch, but she still couldn't move.

The next thing she knew, the man was kissing her passionately.

The kiss felt familiar somehow, and the first thing that popped in her mind was Marvin's face. "Ahh!" Sarah jolted awake, he eyes wide open, her heart racing.

“What's wrong, Sarah?" Renee asked groggily after waking up from her scream.

“I...Nothing. Nothing, I just had a nightmare. It's that dream again." Sarah murmured the words, still in a daze from the implications of that cursed dream.

“Don't be scared," Renee comforted her in her state of half-sleep. "It's okay."

Sarah got up to drink some water. She needed a drink of water to calm her nerves.

She suddenly recalled the first time Marvin had stayed over. He had insisted that she drink a glass of milk every night, claiming that it would make her sleep better. She had complied then, not wanting to argue with a sick man.

Sarah eventually got tired of it about a week ago. As a result, she discreetly poured half of the milk Marvin had prepared for her down the sink.

The dreams started around then.

And they never stopped since, like some ghostly vision that constantly haunted her.

A chilling thought crossed Sarah’s mind. What if something was added to the milk? What if Marvin had drugged her?

But for what purpose?

Sarah was certain that she had never woken up with any physical discomfort, nor had she found any marks on her skin. Marvin couldn't have done anything to her in her sleep. So, why?

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When Renee woke up the next morning, she found Sarah staring at a glass on the coffee table. "Sarah, what are you looking at?"

Renee walked over and sniffed the glass. It was just milk. "You look pale. Are you still thinking about your nightmare?"

“Yeah." If she were being honest, Sarah was afraid that she had just stumbled upon an even bigger nightmare, one that had real-life implications.

Renee sat beside her and hugged her. "It's all right. I'm with you."

“Hmm."

The pair freshened up and went to the cafeteria to get breakfast.

Before leaving, Sarah made a point of pouring all the milk down the toilet.

The university cafeteria was buzzing during lunchtime.

Renee and Sarah picked out their food and settled down in a quiet spot.

Before long, other students started sitting nearby.

“Did you catch a glimpse of that amazing Pagani by the south gate?"

“I'm over at the west gate, so I missed it. But did you hear about the two good-looking guys?"

The Pagani that the students talked about was not in sight.

Marvin spotted Sarah from a distance, their eyes meeting in a tranquil exchange.

Without showing any emotion, Sarah walked towards him.

She gazed at him silently.

Marvin looked back at her evenly, showing no regret for not following her instructions.

Then he broke the silence. "I skipped breakfast."

Sarah was at a loss for words.

Noticing Marvin was still in the clothes from the day before, Sarah let out a sigh. "Have you been here all night?"

"Yes."

“Didn't I ask you to go home?" Her tone softened, a habit she'd developed over the last month. "Go home. I'll be here for a few days."

“How many days, exactly?" Marvin's question was pointed.

Sarah’s expression tightened. "Marvin, you can't keep following me. You have your own path, and I have my life."

But for Marvin, wasn't she the path he chose?

His gaze intensified. "Why can't I be with you always? Sarah, do you not like me?"

What a surprise!

Marvin, usually so strong and unyielding, now asked her if she disliked him, resembling a proud but affectionate dog...

Sarah was taken aback by his straightforward question.

Would someone like him really sneak into her room at night?

Or was it just a fleeting dream, spurred by his kisses?