Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 311

Renee ignored him and stomped off in anger.

At this point, Marcelo turned his head slightly and met Howard's gaze, giving him a domineering and icy look.

Howard clenched his fists in fury. He had just seen the woman he loved being intimate with another man. The pain was beyond words!

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The shower kept running for a moment before the bathroom door was suddenly opened.

Marcelo walked in, shirtless and wearing only a pair of trousers. His well-defined abs were especially eye-catching.

Renee was startled by the sudden intrusion and she was forced to quickly cover herself with her palms.

“I'm not done showering yet!" she shouted at him.

She expected him to leave immediately, but he began to walk towards her, not minding the fact that the hot water from the shower was pouring on him, and grabbed her hand before putting it on his belt.

“I can't wait," he said with a mocking grin. "After all, this is what I'm getting in exchange for a divorce."

When Renee heard this, her resistance fell.

Suddenly, there was a click.

It was the sound of his belt buckle being undone.

Marcelo seemed to be exceptionally spirited today. What he had said would be "one last time" ended up lasting for a whole day!

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The experience seemed to stretch on without end, overwhelming Renee with a mix of terror and exhilarating sensation.

She felt utterly vulnerable, like a fish out of water, gasping for breath under the onslaught of unyielding kisses.

Just when she thought she couldn't endure another moment, Marcelo would pause, allowing her the briefest respite to catch her breath, always just in time.

Renee had always believed she knew her limits around him, yet in this moment, she realized she had sorely underestimated his effect on her.

“Mrs. King, won't you plead for mercy?" Marcelo, despite the perspiration dotting his forehead, gently stroked her cheek, his thrust betraying a firmness that contrasted with his gentle gesture.

Once Marcelo returned from his balcony smoke break, she seized the moment to suggest a decisive step. "We should head to the court."

“It's closed now," He replied without missing a beat.

Checking the wall clock, Renee noted it was just three minutes past seven in the evening. The day had stretched far longer than she'd anticipated, yet Marcelo seemed unfazed by the marathon they'd just been on. Unbelievable!

“In that case, we should at least start drafting the divorce agreement," she proposed, eager to avoid dragging out their separation.

His response was as cold as the glance he cast her way. "My lawyer will handle the agreement and get in touch with you."

Renee was firm in her stance. "I don't want any assets. There's no need for complications."

His mockery was palpable. "Afraid I'll change my mind?" he quipped.

Indeed, Renee harbored such fears, but given the circumstances, it seemed unlikely Marcelo would prolong their divorce.

“I know you are not stingy with women," she stated. "I trust that with your lawyer's efficiency, the agreement will be with me by tomorrow."

Marcelo had always been known for his generosity, be it gifting imperial green jade or lavish sports cars. Even when Vivian had caused a professional scandal, he had managed to resolve the issue seamlessly.