Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 158 Her actions

Vivian burried over to Alma'’s side, not ready to let Renee off early.

She hissed, “Miss Hudson! This whole thing involves Alma Miss Curtis, and Quincy. Isn't it inappropriate for you

to interfere? You were pretty tough on Alma just now. Dont you one her an apology?”

Renee couldn't suppress a chuckle at Vivian's indignant tone.

Even with her sarcastic edge, her beauty was undeniable

“You're wrong about one thing, Miss Lambert. Sarah and Quincy have nothing to do with each other right now.”

She paused, then added, “And as for apologizing? I've made my move. Do you really think | plan to say sorry?”

“Renee, you are going too far!” Alma snapped back, her face turning red with anger.

She felt braver now that the immediate threat was gone.

“Miss Watts, | was talking to Miss Lambert. Isn't it inappropriate for you to interfere?” Renee threw Vivian's own

words back at Alma before turning to Vivian. “What do you think, Miss Lambert?”

Alma was at a loss for words.

Vivian nervously bit her lip and gripped her dress, trying hard to stay calm.

“I really hope everyone's having a good tat the party,” Renee announced, waving her hand. Her arrival and

exit were both unexpected.

The room fell silent.

Who could actually have fun after witnessing that?

Renee started to walk away but suddenly felt like she was missing something.

Then, it hit her, and she stopped dead in her tracks.

She turned and saw Marcelo in his wheelchair, looking at her with no expression.

His eyes seemed to question, “Did you forget me?”

She had totally forgotten about him!

Embarrassed and guilty, Renee walked back to him awkwardly.

She asked cautiously, “Are you...heading hnow?”

Marcelo stared at Renee coldly for a few seconds before looking away.

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He called the manager of Dove Island over and told that person to make sure everything remains calm at the bar

even in his absence.

“Marcelo, are you also planning to leave?” Vivian realized Marcelo was about to leave, and she couldn't even

manage a forced smile.

“Yes."His intention was to just show up for a short while.

Renee felt a jolt of surprise.

She had asked in a casual manner, never really expecting Marcelo to decide to leave with her,

Was this not like a slap in the face for Vivian?

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Renee felt her heart melt at their clasped hands, her pulse racing

The authence inside the car was cozy and intimate

Just as Renee was about to say something, Marcelo beat her to it

“Renee,” he said in a cool tone, sounding almost upset “How about we discuss the matter of you forgetting

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The warmth between them seemed to fade in an instant, leaving Renee at a loss for words

She felt a pang of guilt and tried to pull her hand away, but Marcelo held on, as if “mistake”.

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which left her momentarily at a loss for words.

After a brief pause, she spoke, her voice uncertain. “I almost left because | thought you might be upset with

me.... for ruining Vivian's party.”

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His response was a cold chuckle. “Mrs. King, at least try to make your lies sound plausible.”

His demeanor clearly indicated he sided with Renee. Had he been truly upset with her, wouldn't he have allowed

those young men to step in earlier?

Realizing her mistake, Renee quickly changed her explanation. “I thought you wanted to stay at the party

longer.”

Marcelo simply stared at her, his silence exerting a pressure that seemed to say, ‘Keep going, I'm listening to

your excuses.’

Finally, unable to keep up the pretense,Renee confessed, “I didn’t forget about you. | was just really angry and |

guess | got carried away.”

The warmth from her hands disappeared as Marcelo released them and moved to his own side of the car.

“Doesn't that also mean you forgot about me?You were almost at the door before you remembered!it’s as if you

sometimes forget that we're married.”

Marcelo sighed heavily as he finished saying that.

Most of the times, he felt he was the only one who found Renee very important to him.

It felt as if Renee didn’t hold any strong affection for him.

“I do not forget we're married.| like being married to you, Marcelo.| just... was just so angry tonight.And...and

don’t forget you joined Vivian's team to takedown.”

“Don’t make it sound like something it’s not.l only joined the gto have fun with you!”

Renee bit her lips.

She knew that was true because he was all eyes on her throughout the game, and he looked very excited to play

with her.

Now, they were like strangers, a stark contrast to moments before when he had been holding her hands. His

anger was palpable. Renee sighed deeply.

Outside, the city lights faded into the distance as the Rolls Royce Phantom continued its journey towards the

house.

“Weren't we supposed to grab milk tea and barbecue?” Renee attempted to dissolve the tension in the car.

Marcelo didn’t reply, his silence creating an invisible barrier.

Renee stole a glance at him. His profile was stern, a clear reflection of his mood.

“Marcelo, please don’t be mad,” she whispered, lightly rubbing his thighs, her action unintentionally flirtatious.

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