Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 315

The nurse discreetly looked away from the intimate scene.

The cold mist escaped the towel as Marcelo diligently administered the compress, treating it with almost reverential care.

Renee’s grip on the bedsheet tightened.

There was a time when such tenderness from him would have brought her joy, but now it only deepened her sorrow.

She recognized his care was not born of love, but obligation, she was merely the "perfect Mrs. King" to be showcased.

Despite this realization, Renee couldn't help but find some solace in his attentiveness, though it wasn't the love she yearned for.

lI'm hungry," she suddenly declared.

“What would you like?" Marcelo asked, his patience evident.

“There's a porridge shop at the entrance of our school's snack street. They sell mushroom chicken strip porridge."

Marcelo nodded. "I'll have someone get it for you."

“No, I want you to go get it," Renee insisted, locking eyes with him.

Their gaze met briefly, and Marcelo understood.

She wanted him away.

She couldn't bear his presence.

After a pause, he rose. "Just the mushroom chicken strip porridge? Anything else?"

“That's all," She replied, her voice firm.

Because she knew well that the shop no longer sold that dish.

As Marcelo passed the ice pack to the nurse, he instructed her to continue applying the cold compress to Renee’s hand.

He wasn't worried about Renee leaving the hospital without his knowledge. Her attempt at voluntary discharge would be denied by this private hospital without his consent.

“Your husband really cares about you." After Marcelo’s departure, the nurse leaned in, whispering to Renee, "He seems a bit cold, but his actions say otherwise."

“Really?" Renee’s response was noncommittal.

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