Chapter 286

He suddenly grabbed me. His hand was very cold, so cold that I shivered unexpectedly. I turned back to look at him and asked, “What’s wrong?” He pulled me into his arms with a slight force.

“Just now, that topic,” he said.

I lowered my head and asked with feigned ignorance, “What topic?” Actually, I didn’t want to discuss what we had just talked about. I finally let go, determined not to let my heart waver again.

He said, “You wanted to ask me a question, you asked me to tell the truth, you asked me to swear—so what do you want to ask me?” His gaze was as intense as before, fixed on me. He was cold all over, but the burning heat in his eyes seemed to melt people.

He held me tightly around the waist, not allowing me to move. The shoulder straps of my pajamas slipped down to my elbows under the pressure. His eyes darkened gradually, and his cold hand unknowingly reached my chest.

I shivered involuntarily and looked at him pitifully and helplessly, saying, “Reynaldo, don’t ask me those questions, I want to sleep.”

“Why not ask?”

His hands grew more insistent, skillfully playing on my nerves. I slowly felt my cheeks getting hot, and his body was no longer cold; his strong chest seemed to be on fire. I was in his arms, clearly nervous, yet my legs went weak and I could hardly stand. I grabbed the lapels of his chest tightly, my whole body supported by his grip around my waist.

I struggled to speak, “No, there’s no reason. I… I really just want to sleep.”

His deep black eyes stared at me intently, advancing step by step. “Let’s finish our conversation before we sleep. Tell me, what did you want to ask me just now?”

It was that deep, mellow voice again, as if carrying some seductive magic, pulling my heart into a trance. I looked into his deep black eyes, and my heart trembled.

Under his gentle teasing, her body gradually softened. I almost begged him, “Can you please stop it? I really don’t want to talk about that topic again.” It was very late; I wanted to sleep, I just wanted to sleep.

Then you tell me, what exactly did you want to ask me just now?

“As long as you tell me, I will let you go tonight and stop bothering you.”

He stared at me; the determination in his eyes was intimidating. But he had just left me for Kimberly. Kimberly was like a time bomb between us. As long as Kimberly existed, even if there was a place for me in his heart, it had to be after her. Moreover, I wasn’t even sure if I had any significance in his heart. So I dared not ask him face to face whether he really liked me.

I am inherently strong. I would rather never be with the person I love than endure this vague, easily hurtful feeling. I wouldn’t open up to him until I was completely sure of his intentions. Only in this way would I avoid being hurt.

Thinking about these things, the ambiguity before me suddenly dissipated. I pushed his chest, but he held me tighter.

He was impatient. “Esmeralda, tell me, what did you want to ask me just now? Can you tell me?”