Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32 His laughter

*RENEE*

I sighed, caught in the space between wakefulness and sleep.

I opened my eyes and shut them back because my head was spinning.

It felt as if I was floating on clouds.

Holding my head, I slowly sat up.It took me a full minute to orient myself.

The sight of a dark blanket and the modern decor around me snapped me back to reality.

This wasn’t my bedroom.

Was this…Marcelo’s room?

I panicked and looked down at my body.

I was wearing a black shirt, this wasn’t my shirt either.

What was going on?

I tensed when the bathroom door opened and Marcelo walked out clad in a suit.

“You…I…is this your room?”

He regarded me as if I were being absurd.

Well, with the dark decor of this room,no one needed to tell me that it was his.

But I was still confused.“How did I end up here?I…I remember being in my room last night and this shirt…”

Oh God.

This shirt smells like him.

And why was I wearing nothing underneath?!

“Don’t you remember how psychotic you were last night?”

I blinked.

Psychotic?

I held my head trying to remember what happened last night.

But I could only clearly remember drinking that juice.

“I can only remember drinking that juice.My memory of what happened next is blur.“I gasped as something dawned on me.“Was the juice drugged?!”

Marcelo scoffed.“It wasn’t drugged and it wasn’t juice, you psycho! It’s Long Island Iced Tea.It might taste sweet but trust me, it is strong!How do you not know that?”

I gasped.

Long Island Iced Tea?

Was that what I had been drinking non–stop thinking it was juice.

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I had a lot of it.

Oh God.

As the discreet owner of Venus Bar, I was well–acquainted with popular cocktail including the renowned Long Island Iced Tea.

It was famous for its strong alcohol content, known for sparkling passionate nights among those who indulged in it.

Realizing that I must have gotten so drunk, drunker than I’ve ever been in my life,I quickly inspected my body.

Well, there was no ache or discomfort.

I’m not sure what I had done last night but I knew that I must’ve been completely at his mercy.

But it didn’t seem like he touched me.

Was he such a gentleman.

As I finished checking myself, I almost regretted it when I looked up to meet his face.

He was giving me a mocking smile.

Was he…mocking me?

I have no idea what happened to me last night so he can’t blame me for suspecting something sexual happened.

Wanting to leave the bed, I moved but winced when I felt a sharp pain in my knee.

“Ahh.“I gasped when I attempted to move again.

Why did it hurt so much?

It was worse than yesterday.

As if he read my thoughts,he informed me.

“You had drunkenly soaked yourself in the bathtub yesterday and your wound got worse.‘

I blinked.

Gosh!

I am never getting drunk again.

I managed to get off the bed but as soon as I was on my feet my knees gave way but Marcelo caught me.

I sighed as I leaned against him.

“Get back on the bed.”

“I need to use the bathroom.“I murmured, embarrassed.

I gasped in shock when he carried me into his arms.

He headed for the bathroom and even placed me on top of the WC.

My heart was beating uncontrollably, missing several beats

“Let me know when you’re done.“With that, he stepped out and closed the door.

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I panted, trying to calm my beating heart.

Why was he suddenly so gentle towards me?

It was disarming.

I looked around the bathroom.His personal items filled the bathroom making me acutely aware of his presence.

It was as if I had wandered into an uncharted territory.

Overwhelmed, I buried my face into my palms.

I still couldn’t remember what happen after I had drank to stupor?

How did my bandage got changed?

Why was I in his bedroom and in his shirt?

A knock on the door startled me.

“Renee? Are you okay?”

I realized I had been in here for long.

“Yeah…yeah…em…I’m coming.”

I flushed the toilet and leapt towards the sink.I quickly washed my hands and then I leapt towards the door.

As I opened the door, I found him standing there.

My heart started beating wildly again.

As he bent down to carry me, I let out.

“The wheelchair…I want to use the wheelchair.”

The wheelchair doesn’t make my heart act so abnormally so it was safer for me.

Marcelo stood up straight and smirked.“Why?”

I looked away from his face,biting my lower lip as my cheeks heated.“I…I…”

“Why are you so shy with me?You weren’t like this last night.“He teased.

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