Chapter 323

Reynaldo said nothing; he simply turned and walked outside. I was so angry I almost bit my lip off. I coldly told him, “Tonight, when you walk out that door, never mention having children with me again. I would rather give birth to any man than you!” In anger, it seemed everything could bypass my brain and be easily spoken.

The man’s footsteps stopped. He turned, his eyes glaring at me with a cold, stern look. I stared back fearlessly. And so, he wanted me to have his baby. How ridiculous! At that moment, my disgust for Kimberly peaked. I resented myself for being confused and infatuated under his seduction. My previous initiative and emotions now seemed extremely ironic. Reynaldo looked at me darkly for a long time, but he said nothing and left coldly.

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I heard the door close outside. I hugged my blanket and cried sadly. I had long warned myself that if I didn’t fall in love, I wouldn’t get hurt. But I could never control my heart; always under his temptations, I lost my way. I truly hated myself for it.

After he left, the temperature in the room dropped. I got up and took another hot shower, wanting to wash away the traces of his kisses. But it was no use. Several marks remained on my neck, very obvious, exuding ridicule and irony. In the mirror, my eyes were red from crying. I washed my face, leaning on the sink, feeling extremely upset.

When I came out of the bathroom, dressed, my phone rang. I instinctively picked it up and saw it was Reynaldo. I pursed my lips and didn’t answer. I didn’t want to pick up; I didn’t want to hear his voice. I nestled into the armchair and wearily closed my eyes. Whatever.

20:46

If he wants to deduct my salary, let him. It would be better if he just let me go. The phone rang twice then went silent. I leaned back in the chair, rubbing my forehead uncomfortably, forcing myself not to think about what had just happened.

Before long, there was a click outside the door, and it opened with a room key. I knew it was Reynaldo without opening my eyes. I had one key to this room, and he had one as well. I huddled in the chair, motionless. Heavy footsteps were heard. After a while, a cold voice sounded in the bedroom: “Why didn’t you answer my call?”

“I studied Kimberly,” I chuckled sarcastically, keeping my eyes closed, not wanting to see him. The next second, he grabbed my collar. Then, he lifted me from the chair. I was forced to open my eyes, and his extremely sinister expression met my gaze. “She fell ill, why would you mock her like that?”

“Oh…” I sneered, sarcastically asking, “So, did she die?”

“Esmeralda!”

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He grabbed my collar tightly; his hostility seemed to want to kill me. At this moment, Kimberly hurried over. She swayed unsteadily, looking like she could collapse at any moment. His face was pale, without a trace of color, truly looking like he was about to die. I have absolutely no sympathy for people I despise. Even if she really was going to die.