Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 287

"Marvin, I appreciate you saving me, but..." Sarah paused, searching for the right words. "You know, it's usually just family or romantic partners who live together. And, you can't just go around kissing me as you please. Surely, you're aware of this, right?"

“Would you rather have me as your spouse or partner?" Marvin asked. The memory of Marcelo’s taunt from last night echoed in his mind.

Firmly holding Sarah’s hand, he declared, "I'm going to marry you, Sarah."

Sarah stood there, speechless.

The sight of a charming, confident man proposing was something many dream of.

Since she was young, Sarah had imagined a man sincerely asking her, "Sarah, will you marry me?"

But the man she pictured wasn't Marvin.

Acting on impulse, she questioned, "Marvin, do you like me?"

“Yes, I like you," Marvin responded without a second thought.

Sarah’s heart fluttered.

She had heard the word "like" numerous times.

But it always ended up meaning nothing.

“I'm sorry," she said, gently removing Marvin's hand. "Marvin, since you've recovered, you've become overly reliant on me. This 'liking' you're feeling, it's just your mind playing tricks. I can't accept that."

Marvin frowned, clearly unhappy.

She doubted his words.

“Do you have feelings for someone else?" he speculated.

It seemed clear to him who this other person might be.

“No," she replied firmly. Speaking of Quincy, Sarah remained composed. "Quincy's with Alma now. He and I are nothing more than acquaintances."

As Sarah looked at Marvin, she felt a sense of liberation from her past ties with Quincy.

For two years, she had seemed indifferent, yet she carried deep-seated emotions about their history.

Her love for Quincy was real, but it ended in her family's downfall and her father's death.

Hearing Marvin talk about marriage now struck her as somewhat ironic.

Sarah understood that the promises made in youth don't always hold true.

Love and marriage could not be as valuable as they appear, just like Marvin confidently proposing and professing his love.

Sarah gave a small smile. "Marvin, be careful with your words. Don't tell women you like them so easily, and certainly don't rush into promises of marriage. It can cause confusion."

Marvin's hand tensed behind him, out of Sarah’s sight.

“By the way, was there a Pagani here last night?" She asked with a hint of intent.

Marvin, visibly irritated, hesitated at first.

Then, he reluctantly admitted, "Marcelo was here."

Sarah was taken aback. It was really Marcelo!

Who would've guessed that the "two handsome guys" students were talking about were Marvin and Marcelo!

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Marcelo had left a little while ago, heading for the airport.

He'd parked in the airport parking lot for about ten minutes when a man opened the passenger door.

This man was stylishly dressed, with gold-rimmed glasses, exuding a blend of elegance and subtlety.

He beamed, "Mr. King, it's a privilege to be picked up by you after my trip abroad!"

“Enough with the compliments," Marcelo replied impatiently.

Renee found herself leading a class on "Image Design and Aesthetics" for junior students in her field as an elective.

Every seat in the classroom was claimed.

Surprisingly, even the typically vacant front row was brimming with eager students.

“Did I walk into the wrong classroom?" Renee wondered, stepping out to verify the room number. "No, it's correct. I recall the course having a limit of 30 students."

“Renee! We didn't secure a spot in the course, so we're auditing!" exclaimed a student in the first row.

Another chimed in, "Hey, Renee, why does this room, with 60 seats, only offer 30 spots?"

Renee casually shrugged. "Maybe they figure it's easier to grade 30 assignments instead of 60?" Laughter erupted.

“Hahaha! No need to be that realistic."

Her frankness sparked laughter among the students, creating a light-hearted atmosphere and fostering a connection.

Making her way to the podium, Renee’s eyes caught a stunning arrangement of sunflowers, tulips, white roses, and eucalyptus leaves.

“Renee, that bouquet is a gift from Howard of the Student Union!" a male student called out.

Renee hesitated, her hand suspended in mid-air, reluctant to touch the bouquet, caught in a moment of indecision.

“Cut it out! How dare you tease her?!" scolded a female student, playfully slapping that male student. "Renee, don't pay attention to his nonsense. Howard has prepared that bouquet as a gesture from all of us students for you!"

It was only then that Renee’s smile bloomed, expressing gratitude to her juniors with a heartfelt turn.

Her gaze casually swept over the gathered students, coming to an abrupt stop.

In the corner of the front row, a girl with tidy bangs sat, radiating charm with her delicate features.

Unlike her peers, who were equipped with notebooks and pens, her desk remained bare. Her round, doe-like eyes sparkled with mischief.

In stark contrast to her studious peers, she stood out amidst their serious endeavors.