Chapter 288

The snow fell heavily outside, swirling under the streetlights like soft goose feathers. Did Reynaldo go to Kimberly’s room, or did he go outside? I stood by the window for a long time before returning to bed. It was already four o'clock in the morning, and I was increasingly unable to sleep. I lay in bed scrolling through my phone until almost dawn before finally drifting off.

Waking again, I was startled by a sudden knocking on the door. I sat up, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Staring at the unfamiliar room, I was stunned for a moment before realizing I was on a business trip with Reynaldo, staying in a hotel. I glanced at my phone: it was already 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

Knock, knock, knock! The knocking echoed. I put on my coat and opened the door. Perhaps from staying up all night, I felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if walking on cotton. I thought to myself, I really can't stay up late anymore.

Jonathan appeared in the doorway, carrying a package. He asked anxiously, “Esmie, are you okay? Why did it take you so long to open the door?” I shook my head and said, “It’s okay, I was just sleeping.”

“Oh…” he said, walking in and smiling ambiguously. “What, were you too intense with Reynaldo last night, tossing and turning all night? So you slept in until now?” I gave him a cold look and remained silent.

He placed the box on the coffee table and muttered, puzzled, “Hey, wait a minute, according to this, he should have been very satisfied last night. Why does he look so pale and grim today, as if someone owed him billions?”

I lowered my eyes and sat on the sofa without speaking. He glanced at me and asked quietly, “Esmie, did you not make him comfortable last night?” “Tsk!” I glared at him impatiently. He quickly covered his mouth. “Okay, okay, I won’t say it.”

After a while, he pushed the takeout box towards me. “Hurry up and eat. Reynaldo asked me to bring this to you.” I was stunned, remembering Reynaldo leaving angrily last night.

Chapter 28

I pursed my lips and asked quietly, “Where is he?” “He went to meet with clients,” Jonathan replied, leaning back against the sofa, preparing to light a cigarette.

I frowned. “No smoking in my room.” Jonathan was momentarily stunned. Then he pursed his lips. “The real culprit, and Reynaldo can smoke, why can’t I?” “Esmic, you can’t treat me differently like this. After all, I came back specifically to bring you food.”

“When Reynaldo was around, I didn’t allow him to smoke,” I said.

Little did Jonathan know, he widened his eyes and exclaimed, “Really? That guy is such a heavy smoker, you mean if you tell him not to smoke, he actually won’t?” “Was he a heavy smoker?” I asked.

“Well, he used to smoke a lot, especially during the difficult stages of starting a business. He would smoke many cigarettes in a day.” I wondered, “But in the three years we were married, I never saw him smoke once.”

This time, Jonathan was completely incredulous. He laughed. “Stop joking with me. Otherwise, he would dodge and deliberately avoid letting you see.”