Chapter 290

I sneered at his words. I said, “Men are creatures who think with their lower bodies. I dare say, if a beautiful woman undresses and stands before you, you will definitely have a reaction.”

Jonathan’s face darkened. “Esmie, you’re being too biased against men with your words.”

“I was stating a fact,” I said, looking at him expressionlessly, “so don’t equate your sexual desires with love; they are two different things.”

Perhaps I was too blunt; even the experienced Jonathan blushed. He rubbed his face, stood up, and muttered, “This conversation is going nowhere, Esmie. You don’t act like a woman at all, saying whatever comes to mind.”

I laughed angrily. “So it’s okay for you to make dirty jokes, but I can’t speak the truth?”

“Ah, what dirty talk! I was just joking with you,” Jonathan blushed, arguing.

I nodded. “Yeah, joking—colorful jokes.”

Jonathan rolled his eyes. “You have none of the shyness a woman should have. If you continue like this, Reynaldo will neither cherish nor spoil you.”

I hummed sullenly. “I don’t need his pampering; he can just pamper women like Kimberly.”

“Um, do you know… Reynaldo?”

When Jonathan entered, the door was not closed. Reynaldo hadn’t noticed when he’d walked in. I tightened my grip on my fork and continued eating as if nothing had happened.

“I came back to get something,” Reynaldo said casually before going to the bedroom. He didn’t even know what he’d gone to get. We’d only arrived yesterday, and he hadn’t spent much time in this room since. The only thing belonging to him was his ink-black little box. And the suitcase was right in the living room—so what did he go to the bedroom for?

Jonathan pouted and whispered, “Oh no, you must have been heard saying that just now. Look at his expression—so dark.”

I swallowed my food and said without looking up, “It’s nothing. This isn’t the first time. I’ve said bad things about him before, and he’s heard it several times, but nothing happened.”

“Oh my… I felt this time was particularly different. His face just now was really scary.”

In the midst of the conversation, Reynaldo suddenly walked out of the bedroom. I glanced at him subconsciously and quickly lowered my head. At first glance, I felt the man’s unapproachable chill.

“Ah, Reynaldo, wait, you’re going out again…” Jonathan quickly grabbed Reynaldo, who was trying to leave, and said to me, “Esmie, you need to coax Reynaldo. Once you coax him, he’ll definitely stay.”

I hung my head, pretending to eat, without saying a word. In reality, my heart trembled abnormally. Jonathan kept shouting, “Hurry up, Esmie, Reynaldo is easily pacified.”

I still didn’t say anything. First, I didn’t know how to appease him. Second, I hadn’t done anything wrong; why should I coax him? What he wanted wasn’t my flattery; if I tried, he might ridicule me. Overall, I decided to remain silent.

“Let go. I still need to make a trip to Durham Group, don’t waste time,” Reynaldo’s cold voice suddenly rang out.

I subconsciously looked up and saw him walking out, his back indescribably cold and aloof.