Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 199 My actions

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Chapter 199 My actions

Marcelo’s lips tightened; he was not about to admit anything.

“You should make things right with your wife. But even if you are her husband, | can’t let you go upstairs,” the

manager said, taking the milk tea from Marcelo’s grasp. “I'll bring this up to her for you.”

As the manager spoke, a tall man entered the lobby.

“Who are you looking for?” he asked the newcomer.

Marvin, with his understated elegance, was well aware of the establishment's protocols. “I'm here to see Sarah

in Room 302,” he stated calmly.

“Do you have your marriage certificate with you too?” the manager asked jokingly, still holding the milk tea in

one hand while extending the other.

“What?” Marvin responded, puzzled by the unusual request.

“You can’t go upstairs without a marriage certificate!” the manager announced disdainfully. “See, that man over

there and Renee are at the point of squabbling and making up, all because they're married. Young man, you've

got to step up your gif you're trying to win someone's heart!” With those words, he swiped his card and

ascended the stairs slowly, milk tea in hand. Marvin, wearing an expression of mild annoyance, glanced at

Marcelo. He was here for Sarah, yet suddenly, the topic of a marriage certificate was thrown into the mix.

“Mr. King, | gather Mrs. King hasn't forgiven you yet?” Marvin couldn't help but imply that Marcelo’s effort was in

vain. He believed that it was Marcelo’s failure to resolve things with Renee that gave Sarah a reason to stay

here.

“And what about you? You were taken to the security office, but you haven't managed to take Sarah with you

yet?” Marcelo shot back, irked by the notion that Marvin hadn't yet removed the so-called third wheel, Sarah.

Despite having worked together before, the two men shared looks of displeasure.

Yet, realizing neither of them could get into the dormitory, they both couldn't help but feel a bit of satisfaction at

each other's predicament.

When Renee opened the door at the knock, she was greeted by the manager's cheerful voice. “Renee, here's

your milk tea!” he said, beaming. “Your husband sent it.”

The mention of “husband” took Renee aback.

“Marcelo? How... How do you know I'm married to him?”

“He showedyour marriage certificate!” The manager laughed, thinking the whole scenaamusing. “I

prevented him from entering the dormitory. But since you're married, | didn’t refuse his request to deliver this.

Here you are. The rest is up to you two.”

“I'm sorry for the inconvenience...” Renee apologized, feeling guilty about the trouble her personal matters had

caused.

“It's all good!” the manager assured her, then turned to Sarah. “And miss, there's someone here for you too. But

since | stopped Renee's husband, | couldn't exactly let your visitor in without question.”

“Thanks a lot,” Sarah said, already guessing the visitor was Marvin, who had shown up unannounced because

she hadn't answered his calls,

Sarah turned to face Renee. Their eyes met, sharing a moment of mutual understanding.

Renee handed Sarah one of the milk teas.

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“It’s from your ex-husband. Do you still want to have it?” Sarah asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice. She

accepted it, albeit hesitantly.

“Might as well drink it. It’s not like | can send it back.”

Renee decided to accept the drink as if it were from a stranger, spating herself the hassle of going out for a

drink.

Downstairs, Marcelo and Marvin stood, their gazes fixed on the balcony of Room 302. But even after two hours,

the women showed no sign of appearing on the balcony.

“What are those two good-looking guys staring at?” bystanders murmured, craning their necks to see what had

caught the men’s attention.

“I don’t see anything special. They're acting pretty odd!”

Marcelo and Marvin found themselves at a loss for words, feeling somewhat out of place.

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The following day, Renee and Sarah stepped out for breakfast, only to find the two men still stationed outside

the dormitory. The sight of them caught the attention of many students, who slowed down to steal glances at the

imposing figures.

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“Can we talk, Renee?” Marcelo’s voice was rough, showing he hadn't slept at all.

Renee noticed the dark shadows under his eyes and agreed. They indeed needed to talk.

“Sarah...” Marvin stood before her, his face expressionless, yet somehow conveying a sense of sadness.

“Marvin, it’s tfor you to leave. Now that you're better, you should return to your own family, the Hills,” Sarah

told him.

Marvin took her hand, looking deeply into her eyes as if she was his entire world. “I want to bring you back with

me.”

Sarah sighed and pulled her hand away.

“Marvin, we're not suited for each other. Once you're fully yourself again, you'll realize you don’t feel forthe

way you think you do.”

“I'm completely in my right mind now!” Marvin insisted.

Sarah stared at him in shock. “Really?”

“My mind is as clear as it's ever been,” Marvin admitted. “But I'm certain | want to marry you, Sarah.”

“You're...your mind is clear?” She was struggling to grasp this.

Even after his recovery, he still looked at her with so much affection and held her hand as it nothing had

changed. Yet, she could see differences in him, especially in his more determined gaze.

“But, Marvin, your family’s complexities... can’t be part of that world. | don’t want to marry into such a

complicated situation.”

Sarah doubted Marvin's feelings for her.

Could he really love her, especially after just a brain injury?

“Is it the complexity of the Hill family that’s making you hesitate Marvin's expression grew serious.

“Yes.” Sarah felt her reasoning was solid. One couldn't simply change their family or background.

“Alright,” Marvin conceded. “I'll ensure the Hill family is no obstacle. | want you to feel at ease as the lady of the

Hill household!

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It was a sunny, warm morning in spring when Renee led Marcelo to a secluded area.

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“Marcelo, | have no interest in your wealth. We can finalize the divorce,” she stated, her voice steady and clear.

“I won't claim the clothes, jewelry, or cars you've given me.”

Renee had already taken the essentials with her.

When she was brought to his mansion by the Hudson family, she brought only essential items such as her

identification card, mobile phone, and computer.

Was she even contemplating a division of assets?

Marcelo’s expression turned grim, a shadow of anger passing over his face.

Yet, in his fury, he maintained an eerie calmness.

“Do you truly believe that divorcingwithout claiming a single penny is wise, Renee?” he questioned, his tone

laced with disbelief.

Was this how he saw her? As someone who would squabble over finances during a divorce?

Renee felt an unexpected pang of heartache, her eyelashes fluttering with emotion.

“I didn’t marry you for your money...” she whispered.

Marcelo was well aware that Renee’s motives were not financial.

The Hudson family had coerced her into marrying him right after her breakup with Andrew.

She had never harbored any affection for him from the start.

“Alright then!” She conceded, a bitter smile playing on her lips as he locked eyes with him. “So, Mr. King, how

much are you willing to offer me? The amount is inconsequential to me.”

She just wanted a divorce!

Marcelo, unable to contain his frustration, seized her wrist abruptly, pulling her close and encircling her waist

with his arms.

Before Renee could react, Marcelo had tilted her chin upward, leaving her lips vulnerably parted.

Marcelo lowered his head and kissed her hard on the lips.

He landed a fierce kiss on her with a force that seemed punitive.

“Eh!” Renee gasped in pain, her fingers brushing her lips in disbelief as she attempted to push him away without

success.

“Your lips aren't broken. I'm fully aware of my actions,” Marcelo inspected her rosy lips. “Mrs. King, do you

honestly believe | want

marked coldly, a hint of mockery in his dark gaze as he divorce?”

The intensity of the kiss brought tears to her eyes, and she met his stare defiantly.

“Letgo!” she demanded, struggling to free herself.

But for Marcelo, the kiss was insufficient,

His gaze remained fixated on her lips, yearning for another.

And so, he kissed her once more.

“You...” Once again, Renee's lips were seized in a kiss.

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