Chapter 310

Matthew was still smiling at me; that look, that smile, made me feel utterly uncomfortable. Finally, they sent Matthew and his friends away, and the private room instantly quieted. As soon as it did, I heard deliberate, suppressed sobbing next to me. The voice sounded artificial, no matter how you listened.

I turned and saw Kimberly wiping tears, crying softly. I rolled my eyes. What is this woman up to now? Reynaldo approached her, asking with concern, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Kimberly shook her head, her choked voice filled with apology. “Reynaldo, I’m sorry. I didn’t perform well at dinner, almost ruining this collaboration.” “Nothing,” she continued, “he would sign the contract unless he didn’t want to expand his business.”

“Reynaldo,” she added, “I just had Ms. Duffy toast Mr. Galatea. You’re not mad at me, are you?” “Actually,” she confessed, “I didn’t want Ms. Duffy to toast him either, but I really had no choice. I couldn’t drink myself, and I was afraid this collaboration would fall through. Sometimes I really hate myself; why am I so useless?”

Kimberly cried more and more self-reproachfully. The sound of her crying annoyed everyone. I ate some dishes, but they were cold, tasting like wax. I threw down my fork and said to Reynaldo, “Mr. Humphrey, Ms. Palmer doesn’t look very comfortable. Why don’t you take her back to the hotel first, and I’ll take a taxi back later?”

As soon as I finished, Reynaldo narrowed his eyes at me dangerously. He said coldly, “What should I do? I don’t take orders from you!” My heart ached, and I pursed my lips in silence.

This man is like this: no matter how sweet he is in bed, in front of Kimberly, he’s always cold and fierce towards me. “You don’t need to overthink,” Reynaldo comforted Kimberly. Look at that voice—deep and gentle. But when speaking to me, it’s completely different.

I hung my head, bit my lip. The more I thought, the more bitter my heart felt. Ghost wants a baby?! I was so angry. If it weren’t for the unexpected pregnancy, I wouldn’t want to have a baby with him. I was so angry. A touch of sourness rose unconsciously from the tip of my nose, and my eye sockets began to feel sour too. I was so annoyed. Did hormones affect my emotions after pregnancy? He yelled at me coldly, and I just wanted to cry. It was too scary!

I quickly got up and walked out. Suddenly, his urgent voice came from behind: “Stop, where are you going?” I forced myself to bear the sourness in my heart and said lightly, “Bathroom.” After saying that, I didn’t care if he was angry and quickly walked out. I went to the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror showed red, tearful eyes.

I splashed water on my face and laughed at myself, scolding my incompetence. What’s the big deal, why cry? I didn’t just find out today that Reynaldo hates me, and I didn’t just find out today that he treats me and Kimberly completely differently. So, what’s there to cry about?

I forced a smile in the mirror, but it looked even uglier than crying. I turned around and leaned against the sink to check my phone, not wanting to go back to hear Kimberly’s affected sobbing.