Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 300

Renee instinctively looked outside the window.

Sure enough, the sleek, black sedan was parked in the same spot it had been that morning. Thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding the library, she had perfect view of the entire car.

The passenger in the back seat could see her rather clearly, too.

Marcelo sat in brooding silence as he watched Renee from afar.

He had a mission when he left the office, but after getting here, he had no idea where or how to even start.

No one had ever taught him how to apologize, let alone how to express his true feelings.

Renee had once told him that he could never give her what she wanted.

She had mentioned marital fidelity, something that Marcelo thought was a given, and had provided without question.

What else could she have meant?

Marcelo had thought long and hard about it, but he wasn't sure he even understood what he was lacking in the first place.

He had been sitting in his car and staring at Renee for over two hours before she turned her head in his direction.

The car window was one-way glass, so she couldn't have seen him.

But the moment her eyes fell on the window of the back seat, Marcelo felt as if her eyes had stripped him to his core, leaving him raw and vulnerable.

A wave of guilt hit him from out of nowhere, albeit with a trace of excitement that she had noticed him.

However, events unfolded in an unexpected manner.

Renee stood up, gathered her books and laptop, and moved to another spot behind the shelves.

He couldn't see her anymore.

Marcelo blinked, his lips pressing into a thin line.

She was angry.

It wasn't an explosive rage, but more of a quiet indifference that usually followed extreme disappointment. She was shutting him out, and that somehow hurt more than if she yelled and ranted at him.

Marcelo felt a weight pressing against his chest, choking his heart and making it hard for him to breathe.

Deep down, however, a voice reminded him that he had done this to himself.

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After moving to a spot out of Marcelo’s view, Renee found it surprisingly difficult to focus on her work.

“Renee, are you feeling ill?" Howard asked in concern. He had quickly switched places with a student so he could sit beside Renee.

“No, I'm fine," Renee assured him.

The Maybach was what was on her mind.

She just couldn't understand why Marcelo’s car was there again.

Was he so idle? Didn't he have anything to do at work?

Shouldn't he be spending time with Vivian?

Well, frankly, the presence of his car shouldn't concern her, as long as he wasn't there because of her.

Throughout the afternoon, the Maybach remain parked outside the library.

“Sarah, please wait for me," she said to her.

Then she went up to the dorm manager, whispered a few words to him and came back.

“What's up?" Sarah asked curiously.

Renee leaned closer and whispered to her.

She had told the dorm manager to ensure that Marcelo never entered the dorm building!

“Clever!" Sarah praised and gave her a thumbs-up.

Since they were talking about Marcelo, Sarah couldn't help but recall those online rumors.

“By the way, Renee, did you know that the posts about Marcelo and Vivian have all been deleted?" she asked.

“Deleted?" Renee asked in surprise. She had not been aware of this development.

In fact, she never really followed the matter online.

In order to avoid getting stressed by such issues, she had deleted all social media apps from her phone and tried not to think about them at all.

“It was just this afternoon that everything about the gossip started disappearing," Sarah explained. "Some upcoming influencers kept posting about it in order to keep the topic trending, but they all ended up getting banned. Even ordinary netizens who posted about it had those posts deleted from the social media platforms."

Renee now understood what Sarah was implying.

She was saying that Marcelo might be the one behind all these.

Since Vivian would have welcomed such rumors that linked her to Marcelo, it had to be Marcelo who was behind the deletion.

In fact, he had done similar things in the past.