Chapter 278

The first thing that caught my eye was Reynaldo's enlarged, handsome face. I was startled and instinctively pushed him. However, as soon as my hand touched his chest, he withdrew. He wiped the corner of his mouth and grunted, "Get off the car."

I turned and looked out; we had already arrived at the hotel. It felt like the journey to see the ice sculptures was so long—how was the return trip so quick? Reynaldo got out and walked into the hotel.

I quickly followed. The lingering softness of his lips made me raise my hand and touch my own. Reynaldo was a weirdo: he hated me, kissed me without consent, despised me, and even slept with me. To put it bluntly, he was a womanizer!

"Oh, Reynaldo, you're finally back," I heard. I had just reached Reynaldo's floor when Jonathan came running, wailing like he'd been pardoned. Reynaldo glanced at him and asked, "Why haven't you slept so late?"

"Oh, why are you sleeping? Hurry and check on Kimberly. Since you didn't answer her call, she's been crying uncontrollably, and nothing comforts her. She's not well, and I'm worried sick," Jonathan exclaimed.

"Shut up!" Reynaldo muttered. Jonathan quickly closed his mouth. "Afterwards, don't speak carelessly. Her illness will be cured," Reynaldo said lightly, then walked towards Kimberly's room without looking at me.

After Reynaldo left, Jonathan shrugged. "When did I talk nonsense? That woman's terminally ill; there's nothing we can do, right? So why worry about what others say?"

"An incurable disease?" I asked, my heart pounding.

Jonathan exclaimed, "No, no, I didn't say anything!" He tried to slip away, but I quickly grabbed him. "You need to tell me clearly, what happened to Kimberly?"

"Oh, I don't know, but when Reynaldo brought her from the countryside, she looked sickly."

"Countryside?" I was surprised. Kimberly was from the countryside? Although Reynaldo was never well-received by the Humphrey family, he was still the young master. How could he have a relationship with a country girl?

"Yes, Kimberly used to be a country bumpkin. Reynaldo brought her here after he divorced you."

A pang of sadness struck my heart. No matter whether Kimberly was from the country or not, Reynaldo divorced me for her. Ugh, Kimberly was annoying, fragile, and couldn't be yelled at. Her mind was so delicate and sensitive; I had to be careful when talking to her. I really don't know why Reynaldo was so good to her. Esme, you're much stronger than her," Jonathan said with disgust.

I endured my discomfort and smiled faintly. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; perhaps Reynaldo just happens to like her."

"It's not that..." Jonathan frowned. "I don't think Reynaldo necessarily likes Kimberly, but it's undeniable that he's very good to her."

"What is it if not love to treat a woman well?" I asked.

"That's not necessarily true," Jonathan said. "Being kind could be friendship, family love, or even just a favor."