Chapter 265

After Reynaldo and Jonathan went out, they never returned. After Kimberly was sent out, she also disappeared. I had eaten and drunk my fill, waited in the private room for a while, but still hadn't seen the three of them. A faint sense of unease settled over me. Reynaldo wouldn't have abandoned me at this restaurant, would he? The crucial question was whether we had paid for the meal, given the number of dishes we ordered.

I quickly got up, grabbed my bag, and left. The corridor was deserted. Arriving in the hall, I looked around but couldn't find them anywhere. I was drunk. Reynaldo and Jonathan wouldn't really leave me like this, would they? I didn't even know the hotel's name; how would I get back?

I went to the cashier to pay, only to be told that the bill for our private room had already been settled. I asked when. The cashier said half an hour ago. I pursed my lips, feeling both angry and resentful. So, they left half an hour ago, leaving me alone? Oh!

Reynaldo was ridiculous, forcing me to come along and then treating me this way? Did he think it was fun to retaliate against me like this? The feeling of abandonment wasn't pleasant at all, even worse than that morning. In the morning, he'd claimed worry over Kimberly's health as his reason for leaving early, but at least Jonathan had been there to pick me up. But this? He clearly knew he was deliberately abandoning me, deliberately playing tricks.

I self-mockingly tugged at my lips and walked out in a daze.

It didn't matter anymore. Since he deliberately left me, I didn't need to go back. Look, wasn't this a chance to escape? I flew from Yoripero to another distant city and then took a black car from there to the southern town I wanted to reach. Even if Reynaldo knew I'd run away and tried to chase me, he wouldn't have made it in time.

Chapter 85

I'd taken a black car; he wouldn't find a trace of me. Thinking of this, I felt a surge of excitement; my heart rate quickened. Leaving the restaurant, a cold wind blew, mixed with fine snowflakes. I straightened my leather jacket and walked toward the taxi parked at the restaurant entrance.

"Hello, are you going to the airport?"

Seeing the driver nod, I was about to open the car door when a cold voice sounded behind me, "What are you going to the airport for?"

I shuddered and quickly turned around. Reynaldo was leaning against the restaurant door, casually smoking. Smoke lingered in the air, quickly dispersed by the cold wind. He gazed at me quietly, a faintly oppressive look hidden beneath his calm exterior.

I withdrew my hand from the car door, apologized to the driver, and walked toward him. Reynaldo's face was pale, but his eyes were deep. I disliked making eye contact with him; it felt like he could see right through me. I walked up to him, head down, and smiled, saying, "Mr. Humphrey, you haven't left yet. I thought you had all left and abandoned me."