Chapter 1029

The man was driving attentively, looking straight ahead, with a gentle profile. The car slowly stopped at the traffic light intersection. Reynaldo suddenly turned his head and smiled at me, saying, “Have you seen enough?” I was taken aback, and then I realized that I had been staring at his profile for quite a while. I turned my face away in a hurry and said with a puzzled smile, “I wasn’t looking at you, I was just thinking about something.” “Oh…” Reynaldo elongated the final note, with a hint of a smirk in his tone, “Are you staring at me and thinking about something? Is that something about me?”

I smiled with pursed lips, without saying a word. He suddenly became serious and asked, “Tell me, what were you just thinking about me?” “Do you want to know?” I teased him on purpose. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for my answer. I smiled and said, “I won’t tell you.”

Chapter 1029

The man grunted and started the car. A cool breeze seeped into the car, wrapping around him as he put on a fierce, evil smile and said, “Then you go back and wait for me!” Reynaldo had a lot of energy. He had only come a few times in the morning, but as soon as we returned to the villa, he couldn’t wait to drag me to the bathroom. The steam filled the bathroom, causing the mirror to be covered with a layer of mist. I leaned weakly against the sink. If it weren’t for the man’s arms around my waist, I would have probably slipped to the ground long ago. The mirror in front of me was foggy, and I could vaguely see a man behind me…

At the moment it ended, Reynaldo held me very tightly. But he had a good memory, especially for holding grudges. He still remembered me teasing him in the car. He held me tightly, his hot breath spraying all over my ear, his voice hoarse and unrecognizable. He asked me, “What were you thinking when you were looking at me in the car just now?” My consciousness had long been scattered by him. I stared blankly at my flushed face in the mirror, as well as the man’s

Chapter 1029 enchanting eyes and eyebrows, and for a long time, I couldn’t say a word.

Seeing that I was not speaking, he suddenly mischievously pinched my waist. The low, hoarse voice was warm, soft, and sweet: “Tell me, Esmeralda, what were you thinking at that time?” I was completely limp like a puddle of water, leaning weakly in his arms, my mind a complete mess. His hot breath was in my ears, and pressed tightly against my back was his fiery chest. His heartbeat, through my spine, seemed to be entwined with mine, impossible to separate. Reynaldo didn’t get any answers, and finally he sighed softly in my ear and said with a smile, “Tired, aren’t you? I won’t bother you anymore.” I raised my hand to hit him in embarrassment, but my weak and powerless hand just waved past him like scratching an itch, which actually made him laugh. He looked so happy, with a smile in his eyes and on his face, his dark eyes filled with tenderness. Finally, he carried me to the bed. I fell asleep as soon as I touched the bed. He pulled me into his arms and whispered in my ear, “Esmeralda, I love you.” I couldn’t help but smile.