Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58 Gift for me

Chapter 58 Gift for me

Wyatt returned home, clearly disheartened.

“Bro, what’s the matter? Did something go wrong?“Damian, lounging on the sofa, eyed his brother’s sullen face.

“No.” Wyatt sighed. “Renee gave me a gift…”

“She did? Show me!“Damian perked up.

Wyatt eyed Damian warily. “Why the sudden interest?”

Damian reclined again and casually remarked, “I’m just curious about what kind of gift Renee would give you.”

“It’s a tie she designed, with my surname as the pattern.”

Damian straightened up and asked, “Wyatt, could I swap the sports car I got last month for it?”

At the mention of the car, Wyatt’s anger flared. “Absolutely not!”

“Wyatt!”

“Marcelo got my tie. There’s no point in talking!“Wyatt hissed.

And he missed out on Marcelo’s car too!

The regret was eating him up.

Damian, exasperated, fell back onto the sofa. “Will you just finish what you’re saying? Why do you keep stopping?”

Under his breath, he wondered, “Is Marcelo still with Renee?”

As Damian headed upstairs, Miranda quietly asked Wyatt, “Does Damian not know Marcelo married Renee?”

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“It’s likely he’s clueless, considering he didn’t even make it into an Ivy League college. Let’s see when he figures it out,” Wyatt responded.

“Don’t you think Damian has a soft spot for Renee?“Miranda murmured, then fell silent.

“Well, he’ll just have to deal with it. She’s Marcelo’s wife now. He’ll come to terms eventually.” Miranda looked towards Damian’s room, her expression one of pity.

He’d always been the family’s target for teasing, the poor thing!

But, they reasoned, he was the only one they could tease.

They decided to make the most of it.

Renee’s life revolved around fashion design after Naomi was released from the hospital and returned to the Hudson family.

It was eleven at night when she wrapped up her discussion with the KM Group.

Marcelo hadn’t come home. After her nightly routine,she headed to bed.

After a while, she felt a chill as the covers were pulled back, and the bed dipped beside her.

The barely asleep Renee frowned, clearly annoyed, ready to scold whoever disturbed her.

Marcelo watched her for a moment then playfully pinched her nose.

Startled and struggling to breathe, Renee awoke. In the dim moonlight, she saw a figure looming over her.

Instinctively, Renee reached out to swat away the annoyance, accidentally touching his crotch.

She even pinched it as retaliation.

“Oh…“Marcelo flinched, caught off guard.

As he retracted his hand, Renee, unaware of what she’d touched, borrowed deeper into the covers. She just wanted to sleep without interruptions.

But Marcelo wasn’t having it. He pulled her out and pinched her nose again, his expression dark. “Stop it, Marcelo!” Renee was both irate and groggy.

She closed her eyes after yelling, determined to sleep.

“You’re still sleepy?“He mused, incredulous at her determination to rest.

In this instance, Marcelo took a direct approach, gently grasping Renee’s hands. He leaned forward, tenderly patting her face with his other hand.

His touch was soft, almost affectionate, yet forceful enough to rouse her from slumber.

“Renee.”

“Marcelo, you’re really getting on my nerves.”

Irritability had taken hold of Renee that morning. Sitting up abruptly, she shot Marcelo an angry glare.

Unbeknownst to her, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink upon awakening, and her eyes sparkled enchantingly even in her

annoyance.

“Mrs. King, where is my present?”

“No!”

She was incredulous. He had disturbed her sleep, and now he demanded a gift?

In his dreams!

“You’re in for a lesson, Renee,” Marcelo remarked. She had prepared a present for Wyatt but neglected to consider one for him?

Wasn’t he the one who got Wyatt to do the surgery?

The thought increasingly infuriated Marcelo.

Renee, sensing his grip on her hand, quickly came back to reality.

Instinctively, she protested, “Marcelo, my hand is hurting.I’ve been working all day. Can we do this another day,please?”

Marcelo then drew her towards the bed’s center.

She had inadvertently rolled to the edge earlier.

“What are you thinking about, Renee?” Marcelo arched an eyebrow subtly.

Flustered, Renee stammered a defensive explanation, “I’m overthinking because you’re too sexually active. ‘It’s not my fault.”

His sneer was laced with scorn.

“I’ll give you a week to prepare the gift for me.” With that, he returned to bed.

Renee, watching his back, felt perplexed.

Why did he suddenly demand a gift?

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Chapter 58 Gift for me

Couldn’t he simply buy whatever he needed himself?

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