Chapter 261

Kimberly’s gaze shifted between Reynaldo and me. She then feigned concern, saying, “Ms. Duffy, don’t blame Reynaldo. I felt unwell getting off the plane, and he was worried, so he took me away first. Don’t be angry with him.”

I laughed sarcastically. “Ms. Palmer, how could you possibly think I’d be angry with Mr. Humphrey? I’m just a secretary; don’t misinterpret me.”

Kimberly hesitated. Reynaldo had already approached during their conversation. He gave me a cold look and left. Kimberly hurried after him, calling, “Reynaldo…”

I stared at his retreating back in dismay. It was exhausting. He never treated me well, and was constantly angry. Even though he’d left me at the airport that morning without an apology, he always reacted this way. I was so tired; I felt like exploding.

Jonathan glanced at me, smiling ambiguously. “Honestly, were you two… doing something?”

“What are you doing?” I asked, bewildered.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow, chuckling mischievously. “Alone in a hotel room… what else could we be doing?”

My face flushed crimson. Reynaldo often harbored inappropriate thoughts, a trait shared by his brothers. Things gather by category, and people tend to group accordingly.

“Did we interrupt something, explaining Reynaldo's grim expression?”

I didn't want to speak to him, but Jonathan persisted. “It must be; otherwise, why the delay in calling you to dinner? It's all Kimberly's fault. I said I’d wait downstairs, but she insisted on coming up to knock on your door. Just look at Reynaldo’s frustrated expression. Tsk tsk…”

I rolled my eyes speechlessly. Who knew Reynaldo was so dissatisfied? My mind was full of inappropriate thoughts and fantasies, which was unbelievable. Yoripero was bitterly cold, like Freybourne in winter. I shivered as soon as I left the hotel. Heartbreakingly, I saw Reynaldo drape his coat over Kimberly.

Kimberly had changed from her dress into pants and a down jacket; theoretically, she shouldn't have been cold. Yet Reynaldo still fussed over her, worried she might catch a cold. My heart claimed indifference, but that was a lie. I knew I had no right to care, or to be bothered. I hung my head and walked silently towards the car.

Kimberly’s considerate voice cut through the silence. “Reynaldo, why not give this coat to Ms. Duffy? Look how lightly she’s dressed; what if she gets sick?”

I stopped, frowning at them. Reynaldo also looked at me. His dark, deep eyes were inscrutable.

I said lightly to Kimberly, “No need, I’m not cold. My constitution isn’t as delicate as yours; you keep it.”

“I’m fine, Ms. Duffy. Reynaldo bought me a down jacket. I’m not that cold. You’re the one dressed lightly; what if you catch a cold?” She then removed her coat and put it on me. “Reynaldo’s coat is very warm; you should wear it.”