Chapter 260

I clearly remember the look in his eyes then, as cold and chilling as it is now. I couldn’t help but shiver. I was tidying the bedding I had just messed up when I hesitantly said, “You… you have a pretty good memory.”

“Humph!” Reynaldo chuckled, “Such humiliation and disgrace, who could forget?” In other words, this man truly wanted to hold a grudge against me for life.

At that moment, my phone rang—Quentin. I glanced at Reynaldo’s cool expression and quickly hung up. Worried Quentin would be concerned, I quickly texted, “I’m fine, just busy with work right now.” After sending it, I cautiously looked at Reynaldo. He leaned back, smiling, but his eyes were extremely cold.

I licked my lips and said, “I didn’t mean to; I didn’t expect it to snow that night.”

“And you’re so silly,” he said, “It was snowing; you didn’t know to hide, and you stood outside all night.”

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I was speaking the truth. Although I made him stand in the yard all night as punishment, I didn’t make a big deal of it. If he’d run back to his room to sleep, I wouldn’t have said anything. I really didn’t expect him to be so stubborn and nitpicky back then. However, that incident was indeed my fault. It was just a crystal display stand, but I made someone stand in the yard and endure a night of snow. It is indeed unacceptable to think about.

I looked at him and cautiously said, “I apologize for that, please don’t be angry, okay?” Perhaps because my tone softened, he looked at me with a much gentler expression.

He suddenly asked, “If one day, Quentin and I became enemies… who would you help?”

“How could that be?” I subconsciously felt it was impossible. We’re not on the same level as him; how could we become enemies? Being an enemy requires qualifications, right?

“I was just saying ‘if.’ You just need to answer,” Reynaldo said, staring at me.

I twisted my fingers, feeling his question was inexplicable.

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No matter whether they would become enemies or not, my position wasn’t that important. And, of course, I would help Quentin. But seeing his cold expression, I dared not answer truthfully. I pursed my lips and remained silent. Even though I didn’t say a word, he guessed my answer.

He suddenly stood up, approached me, stared coldly, as if extremely angry, and said, “I knew it; in your heart, everyone is more important than me.”

I: …

I looked at him nervously and said, “That’s not someone else; that’s my own brother.” Reynaldo looked at me coldly, his eyes filled with deep resentment and a hint of… pity, as if he had been abandoned and betrayed. My heart skipped a beat, surprised at that feeling.

Knock, knock, knock!

Just as I was feeling nervous, there was a knock on the door. Reynaldo didn’t move. I quickly got off the bed and said, “I’ll go open the door.”

As the door opened, Jonathan and Kimberly stood in the doorway. Jonathan glanced into the room and chuckled, “Oh, what’s going on here? Are the two of you locked in the room having a fight and not even eating dinner?”

Reynaldo straightened up, straightened his shirt, and walked over.