Chapter 247
I rushed over, pounding his chest and shouting, “Are you crazy? Scaring me like this in the middle of the night? If you can’t sleep, go find someone else! Why did you come here to scare me?”
Perhaps I was too scared a moment ago; the extreme fear is now fading. A wave of anger and injustice washes over me, and tears well up in my eyes.
His voice, choked with sobs, shouted back, “Reynaldo, you’re a pervert, a lunatic! Coming to scare me in the middle of the night—I hate you! I hate you to death!”
This man was utterly excessive. I was sleeping soundly, and he had to go and scare me. So hateful! I wanted to beat him up. If it were during our three-year marriage, I would have. I was so angry!
Reynaldo let me punch his chest a few times before grabbing my wrist. His gaze fell to my chest. I was wearing a camisole nightgown; in my excitement, I’d hit him so hard the strap slipped off my shoulder, and I hadn’t noticed. A large area of my chest was exposed.
The man's gaze drifted towards it, his eyes darkening. I was furious! He was a pervert, that Reynaldo! Not only did he scare me in the middle of the night, but he also looked at me with those intense eyes! What a forbidden desire god, what a righteous gentleman, what a beautiful scenery under the clear moonlight. Fake! It's all fake!
I angrily pulled up my strap and shouted, “If you can’t sleep, go find Kimberly. Why did you come to me?”
The dark shade in Reynaldo’s eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a grim expression. “I just wanted to find you, to torment you. Can’t accept it?” he said, his tone gloomy and cool, with an undercurrent of arrogant dominance.
I gritted my teeth, glaring at him, hating that I hadn’t killed him during those three years. Reynaldo raised a hand, gently touching my face, and smiled softly. “Are you so angry? Do you regret not killing me during those three years?”
I don’t know if my emotions were too obvious. He always seemed to see through my thoughts. He leaned close, chuckling softly. “Unfortunately, time cannot be reversed. Even if it could, I wouldn’t give you that chance again.” His deep eyes held a cold chill and a hint of resentment. He really hated me for the three years of humiliation and bullying I’d inflicted upon him. Thinking of Trevin’s fate, it's a miracle I survived. Nowadays, there’s a huge disparity between us. I need to control my temper around him.
With that in mind, I suppressed my anger, smiling at him. “Mr. Humphrey, you’re overthinking it. You’re my superior, my benefactor. How could I possibly harbor thoughts of killing you?”
“Humph!” Reynaldo smirked, as if seeing through my pretense. I steadied myself, continuing to smile. “I was just thinking… someone as prestigious as Mr. Humphrey, the CEO, would actually pick someone else’s lock in the middle of the night.”
“Pick the lock?” Reynaldo sneered. “Didn’t your key always hang on the door?”
I was startled. What? Did I forget to take out my key when I came back in?
Reynaldo lifted one of my hands, placing my keys—with their small safety button—in my palm. He chuckled. “You don’t even use the keys. Were you intentionally leaving them for someone to open the door?”
How come I didn’t know you were so open-minded? (He said the last sentence lewdly and sarcastically.)
I pushed him away, clutching the keys. “I… I forgot to take it out.”
“Forget? Ha, Esmeralda, what are you constantly thinking about? Can you even forget to take out your keys?!” He approached, his voice low and intense. “Just now, I saw a drunkard trying to use your key. If I hadn’t come tonight… would he have gotten in? Would he have done something to you…”