Chapter 303

Reynaldo said coldly, then looked at me with a mocking expression. “Besides, what could possibly make you uncomfortable? You used to go to the bar occasionally, and I never saw you uncomfortable.” In his eyes, I was as worthless as grass, weak and sickly, insignificant. Kimberly, however, was his delicate little princess, needing pampering and protection.

Thinking of this, I reluctantly said, “What’s the difference between Kimberly and me? I seem to have better luck; she always looks sickly and near death…”

“Shut up!” Reynaldo suddenly growled, the coldness in his eyes overflowing.

I turned away, hiding my sadness. There was no point arguing; it would only make me look like a fool vying for favor. My priority was escaping the party, not arguing with him.

I paused and said, “Reynaldo, didn’t you want me to have a baby for you?”

Reynaldo’s expression stiffened. His eyes instantly darkened, his tone inexplicably tense. “What do you mean by bringing this up now?”

“Didn’t you know you have to prepare for pregnancy, and you can’t drink alcohol during that time?” I said expressionlessly.

His tall figure visibly trembled. His voice grew deeper, more tense. “Are you saying you’re willing to have a baby with me?”

The question made me want to laugh. All along, whether I was willing or not, hadn't he domineeringly forced me? Didn’t he find the question superfluous? Though I thought so, I nodded. I deliberately lied, “You saw it too; I haven’t been to the bar or drunk alcohol lately, just to prepare my body for pregnancy.”

Reynaldo took a deep breath; his gaze intensified. He suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing me against the sink. “You really didn’t lie? You’ve really been trying to conceive?”

I hesitated, and Reynaldo’s face darkened.

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I quickly kissed his mouth. He visibly stiffened. I steadied my racing heart. “Really, you have to consider—I, someone who loves drinking so much, haven’t touched alcohol lately, just for…um…”

I hadn’t finished when he sealed my lips. His cold indifference vanished; he hugged and kissed me deeply, his hands slipping into my clothes, teasing me wantonly. He made me weak.

I pushed his shoulder. “Reynaldo, don’t…”

It was terrifying. The man who’d looked like he wanted to kill me moments ago was now warmly embracing and kissing me. This emotional instability was frightening. I nudged him, and his face darkened again.

He frowned. “Didn’t you say you were willing to have a baby with me?”

I: It turns out he meant it; he wanted to get me pregnant right there, in the bathroom.