Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 297

Sarah gave a nod in response.

“Don't worry. I'm all right," Renee said, slipping the laptop into her handbag.

Sarah embraced Renee, offering comfort for a short while.

As Renee walked from the dorm to the library, she overheard students chatting about Vivian and Marcelo.

It felt like she was torturing herself by listening.

Stories of romance in wealthy families, a dashing man and a stunning woman, lovers since childhood, such tales were always fascinating.

Each word of the gossip felt like a knife stabbing Renee’s heart.

The pain forced her to be more conscious.

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Marcelo was aware of Renee’s class schedule and knew she had no classes, so he thought she would probably sleep late.

He didn't knock on the door of Renee’s dormitory until half past eight.

He anticipated Renee might be a bit grumpy in the morning. To his surprise, it wasn't Renee who opened the door.

“Mr. King, your visit is quite an honor,"

Sarah greeted him, her voice oozing sarcasm.

Marcelo’s gaze briefly swept past her, searching for Renee. "Renee hasn't woken up yet?"

“She's already left."

“Where did she go?" He asked, frowning.

Didn't he say that he would come to visit her?

Sarah, with a forced smile, said to Marcelo, "I have no idea."

“When did you start teaming up with Marvin, Mr. King?" Sarah sneered.

On the way back yesterday, Sarah found it odd. Knowing Marvin's character, even if he camped out downstairs for three days and nights, the security office shouldn't have nabbed him as a suspicious person.

He could've let Vance talk to the security guards, verifying his identity beforehand.

Now, it seemed that Marvin intentionally headed to the security office, not only to trick her into going to collect him but also to engineer a moment for Marcelo to be alone with Renee.

Unable to extract any info from Sarah, Marcelo exited, dialing Renee.

“Marcelo!" Sarah halted him. "If you don't value Renee, there are plenty of men who would!"

Luke stood by the alumni dormitory building, witnessing Marcelo descending with a grim expression.

“Go find Renee’s location!" Marcelo instructed.

Luke didn't dare inquire further. "Yes."

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In the library, Renee nestled into a corner by the window, flipped open her laptop, and delved into the data sent from the lab.

After a while, someone settled across from her.

She didn't pay much mind until a cup of coffee landed on the table, nudged her way.

“Oh, Howard!" Renee looked up, surprised, finding Howard there.

“What a coincidence, Renee!" Howard smiled.

He had the same coffee brand and hoisted his criminal law book, signaling he was there to hit the books.

Renee expressed her gratitude, eyeing the hot, sugar-free latte – her favorite. The cup proudly displayed the letters "Renee."

Neither spoke further, silently engrossed in their studies.

Now and then, fellow students strolled by, spotting Howard and Renee. Some were taken aback, curious gazes following them, while others covered their mouths, sharing mischievous giggles.

Word got around about Howard gifting flowers to Renee, and with the memory of him standing up for her at the school anniversary, the chattering students couldn't resist spinning their own tales!

Luke tracked down Renee in the library, prompting Marcelo to make a beeline for the same spot. However, he hit a roadblock at the library entrance.

“Sir, our library isn't open to the public. Only those with a campus or alumni card can enter," explained the library staff.

Marcelo stood there, lost for words.

Luke, in the driver's seat, was shocked to the core, avoiding making a sound.

How had he stumbled into yet another dramatic scene?

Was being a subordinate now a challenging occupation?

Renee took a shallow breath and continued, "Well...We didn't have romantic feelings for each other from the beginning. Our marriage was a result of the engagement between the Hudson and King families. I am willing to step down from the position of Mrs. King. It's better for both you and me."

In an effort to find peace of mind, she chose to pass on the title of "Mrs. King" to Vivian. "About the divorce papers..."

The car door swung open abruptly and Marcelo exited the back seat, grabbing her wrist and abruptly cutting her off.

His fingers unconsciously tightened, his gaze intensely focused on her.

It was Marcelo’s instinctive move, a fear of Renee leaving prompting him to hold onto her.

“Ouch," Renee gasped in pain.

Marcelo snapped back to reality, releasing his grip. "Renee, is it because I didn't stay last night? Or because I didn't immediately agree to let Vivian leave Harvillston?"

He maintained a calm exterior, but turmoil churned within him.

He couldn't fathom why she suddenly sought a divorce.

Her words irked him to no end.

Renee shook her head. "That's not why."

“Then what is it? Because of him?" Marcelo cast a glance at Howard, who stood some distance away, beneath a pomegranate tree, patiently waiting for

Renee.

The young man exuded youthfulness, vibrancy, and drew attention effortlessly.

“No." Renee’s voice carried a sense of desolation.

Her feelings for him, which were not reciprocated, were the reason for her decision.

She dropped her gaze, shielding the emotions within her. "Marcelo, we're not a good match. We have to end this marriage.”