Secret Wife, Real Billionaire - Chapter 93: Chapter 93

“You're off this morning,"Marcelo said, his voice a little raspy.
He was a light sleeper by nature, and could run on four hours of sleep each day. The only reason he stayed in bed these past few hours was his soft woman who cuddled next to him.
He took a deep breath, inhaling her unique scent, and closed his eyes. Last night had been utter bliss.
Still unconvinced,Renee grabbed her phone from the nightstand.
Joseph had sent a message saying that he was going to lecture the lead actors for the first half of the day and asked the makeup team to take a rest in the meantime.
He had sent it around midnight. Something didn't add up. Why the short notice?
After staring at her screen for a beat or two, she heard Marcelo mumble, "I asked him to send you that message."
Renee’s face scrunched up. She was both shocked and outraged.
So, that was why he hadn't let up on her until the early hours of dawn. He already knew she didn't have to get up for work!
Regardless, her partial rest day was a waste. It was already half-past ten, after all.
She grew limp in his arms, resigned to her fate. Then she recalled their argument and subsequent reconciliation, and a strange emotion rose in her heart.
For some reason, she felt as though they had grown closer.
Less than an hour later,Marcelo was decked out in his suit again, and he returned to his usual cold demeanor.
"Marcelo,"Renee called out feebly from the bed. "I... I don't have any clothes to wear."
He had torn up her dress, and it now lay in pieces on the carpet of the suite's living room.
"Wait here."
He walked out of the bedroom. When he came back a minute later, he was carrying a red cashmere dress and a set of underwear.
Renee gasped, her face instantly turning red. "You didn't ask Luke to get these, did you?"
If he had, she might not be able to face Luke again in the future. She would be too embarrassed!
Marcelo clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes at her. "What do you think, Renee? Am I the type to let another man buy my own wife's underwears?"
“But you let Luke do everything for you,"Renee grumbled internally. "He's always stuck to your side. You didn't even care that he was there when you kissed me! I wouldn't put it past you to make him buy my underwear."
Marcelo set the clothes down on the bed.
Renee moved to sit up, only to feel a distinct ache between her legs. Truth be told, she ached everywhere. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought she had been hit by a bus.
“You are quite delicate, aren't you?"He teased. He then slowly pulled her from under the covers and helped her sit up. "Raise your arms."
Was he going to dress her now?
Renee scrambled for the quilt and covered herself up. "I can do it myself."
Unfazed, he tugged at the quilt and tossed it aside. "I've seen everything a lot of times, so why bother hiding yourself from me?”
By the time she was fully dressed,Renee’s face was red as a tomato.
Marcelo should have really let her do it herself. He didn't even know how to properly put her underwear on! She had to teach him there and then.
Renee ducked her head, wary of making eye contact. Scenes from last night flashed in her mind, and she spoke before she could stop herself. "You hurt me last night."
“What?" Her voice was so quiet that Marcelo didn't catch her words.
Renee finally looked up, glaring at him as she repeated in an accusatory tone, "You hurt me last night! And you never apologized."
Marcelo glanced down at her. Beneath her dress, he knew that her body was filled with hickeys. He also remembered how she had wept, and he felt a twinge of regret for his carelessness. It flickered in his eyes, but was gone the next second.
Apologize to her, huh?
Marcelo King would never apologized to anyone.
He had told her, hadn't he? She deserved everything she got last night.
Without bothering to respond to her,he led the way out of the bedroom. He was a picky eater, and he didn't like the hotel's food. And so, he picked up his phone and ordered some take-out from his favorite high-end restaurant.
Renee enjoyed it. It was the fanciest meal she had had since joining the filming crew. She was about done when she noticed another bag on the table. It had been untouched since it arrived.
She peeked at its contents and exclaimed happily, "Milk tea! You ordered this for me?"
"It was included in the meal," Marcelo replied noncommittally.
Renee peered at brand logo. It didn't even come from the same restaurant he had ordered the entire meal from.
"Is this your way of apologizing to me?" she prodded. Why else would he order it for no apparent reason?
"You're overthinking things," He said, his face blank.
"Just so you know, this isn't enough. If you really want to apologize, you should order another serving of fried chicken."
"I already told you, it's not an apology." Marcelo was mildly irritated. This woman loved to eat junk food all day.
Renee smirked to herself and decided not to poke the bear any further. She stuck her straw into the cup and took a big sip.
Her face fell in disappointment.
This milk tea had the regular sugar level, which was too sweet for her.
But she didn’t want him to feel disappointed so she pretended to like it.
At precisely half-past one in the afternoon, the crew commenced their work.
"I had my morning break, and now I get to enjoy fried chicken at work. This is making me so happy. I wonder whose family member is so thoughtful," Susanna gleefully praised between bites of crispy chicken wings.
The delivery of the delectable fried chicken had arrived just ten minutes earlier, courtesy of an anonymous benefactor who claimed to be connected to a crew member.
The mystery of this generous gesture left everyone in suspense, unaware of the kind-hearted contributor.
Renee, stealing a furtive glance at the scene, couldn't help but smile to herself.
Marcelo might not have admitted it openly, but his actions spoke volumes.
As Renee’s gaze drifted towards the presidential suite, she wondered if Marcelo had left or not.
Today, her responsibility was to create a down-and-out appearance for the secondary lead, Herman Coleman. Having previously done his final look, today's makeup process went seamlessly.
As Renee worked diligently, she couldn't help but notice the subtle glances cast in her direction by numerous crew members.
It was evident that Marcelo’s interaction with her had stirred curiosity.
Within the tight-knit crew, there were no secrets.
Although only a handful had witnessed Renee’s presence at Marcelo’s reception the previous day, by now, the entire crew was aware that the stunning stylist known as Renee had taken a seat beside the sponsor.
“Miss Hudson, what's your relationship with Mr. King?" Herman inquired in a hushed tone while Renee applied his makeup.
While Renee had no desire to deceive anyone, she couldn't reveal her true relationship with Marcelo to anyone.She knew how Marcelo was so he was the only one who could truly reveal their marriage to the public.
She offered a polite smile but remained silent.
Herman sneered. He assumed Renee was nothing more than a gold digger with nothing to be proud of.
A few moments later, Herman found himself captivated by Renee’s radiant beauty and whispered,
“Miss Hudson,You’re so pretty. Would you consider being with me? My mother works in the fashion industry, and I can provide you with the best resources."
Renee momentarily paused in her efforts, her eyes growing icy.
"Mr. Coleman, I'll choose to ignore what you just said. I hope this will be the last time you bring it up." Once she finished styling Herman, Renee walked away without a second thought.
Herman, left smarting from the rejection, felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him.
As Catherine approached, she couldn't contain her laughter. "Herman, the way you dress has a significant impact on your appearance. You have countless fans who adore your good looks. Did Renee intentionally give you this look?"
Before his career took off, Herman had been the most handsome guy in school. After entering the entertainment industry, he had capitalized on his good looks for marketing purposes, shamelessly flaunting his handsome features.
While taking makeup photos, Herman had initially thought the look wasn't flattering. Now, as Catherine pointed it out, the more he examined himself, the less satisfied he became.
“Herman, did you offend Renee? I've seen the fantastic styling she's done for others, but yours..." Catherine trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air. Then she added,
“Yesterday, Mr. Ramos mentioned your posture wasn't up to par. Renee, in fact, approached Mr. Ramos and mentioned that your posture was slouched, far from the look expected of a handsome period drama character."
As the head of the makeup team, Renee, of course, refrained from gossiping about the actors' conduct. It wasn't her place. However, Herman never bothered to clarify the truth with Renee, leaving Catherine free to share whatever she pleased.
Herman had received a severe scolding from Joseph the previous day due to his poor posture. It had been a blow to his pride.
Renee’s recent rejection, coupled with his current appearance, caused him to clench his fists in frustration.
He had to deal with that woman!