Chapter 232

"...Ah, so this was your truest thought all along.” He laughed extremely coldly, and in the depths of his eyes, a hint of emotion I couldn’t understand emerged. At this moment, I didn’t want to ponder about him either. I slapped his hand and said disgustedly, “Get out!”

However, the next second, he suddenly grabbed my collar and pushed me directly onto the sofa. I stumbled and fell, and the takeout in my hand dropped onto the floor. The porridge was spilled all over. I went crazy with anger and raised my hand to hit him.

My raised hand, however, was grabbed by him in mid-air. He laughed at me coldly, sneering, “Have you forgotten that you haven’t been a wealthy young lady for a long time? Did you hate me to the extreme? Unfortunately, you didn’t manage to kill me in those three years. Now, even if you hate me to the extreme, you have to stay by my side obediently and obediently give birth to my child.” He finished speaking and then disregarded me, pulling at my clothes. His crimson eyes carried a touch of hatred and madness.

I panicked and fought back desperately. I yelled at him with disgust, “Reynaldo, get away from me, don’t touch me, go away!” However, my struggle only annoyed him even more. The man’s eyes were crimson and fierce, his expression filled with ferocity and rage, as if he wanted to kill me. My clothes were torn apart by him. I was directly scared to tears and yelled at him without caring, “Go away. Your touch only disgusts me, go away…”

“Disgusting…?” The man’s movement came to a halt. He stared at me intently, his dark and gloomy eyes as terrifying as a dried-up well. He almost nervously asked me, “You said my touch disgusts you?” I trembled all over as I watched him, too afraid to say a word. The man in front of me had completely changed, and I no longer recognized him. Still the same handsome face, but now it was even more terrifying than a devil. He rubbed my shoulder and suddenly burst into deep laughter. “But what could be done? It’s disgusting, you have to endure it too!”

I watched the ferocity between his eyebrows and the icy killing intent in his eyes, causing my heart to tremble fiercely. The rationality, clouded by jealousy and grievances, slowly returned at this moment. Reason returned, and fear came rushing in from all sides.

I was wrong. I shouldn’t have thrown a tantrum at him just because of what happened today. He was no longer the gentle husband who let me scold and beat him, but my benefactor. No matter how he treated me for Kimberly, I should have smiled and pleased him, right? But I had not yet found my place, and I allowed myself to be controlled by jealousy and grievances, which led me to quarrel with him like this. This way, besides enduring his crazy humiliation and punishment, what else could I get? He had no feelings for me, only revenge and venting. And I, on the other hand, developed feelings for him, to the extent that I took this one-sided affection so seriously. Esmeralda, oh Esmeralda. Shouldn’t, really shouldn’t.

The old sofa creaked and squeaked due to his strong and powerful movements. I clung tightly to the sofa, not daring to resist at all. He repeatedly and tirelessly demanded, without getting tired. There was no longer the occasional tenderness and indulgence that had been revealed on his face last night and this morning; instead, there was only indifference.

This time, he did not fight a protracted battle. After it ended, he quickly left. In no time, he tidied up his clothes and appeared in a neat and tidy manner. I embarrassingly pulled the clothes from the ground and covered myself with them, my eyes stinging intensely.

Reynaldo leaned against the door and lit a cigarette. Even though he had been relieved, his face remained extremely gloomy, and the fierceness between his eyebrows did not diminish in the slightest. He took a puff of his cigarette and looked at me with a cold and indifferent gaze, saying, “In the future, I won’t have any concerns about you either. Within a month, you have to conceive my child.”

I closed my eyes and didn’t want to speak. After a while, the sound of opening and closing doors could be heard. When I opened my eyes again, Reynaldo had already left. I curled up and couldn’t help but start crying. It turned out that the man had no feelings for me. I would only be humiliating myself and inviting trouble by throwing tantrums in front of him.