Chapter 335

“Running around under the guise of buying medicine until now, don’t you have anything to explain to me?”

The man’s tone grew colder, his suppressed anger evident. I closed my eyes, unwilling to speak. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked toward the bedroom.

“I asked you a question!”

The next second, Reynaldo growled, suddenly pulling my arm hard. I collapsed, my body going limp. Through blurry vision, I glimpsed astonishment and anxiety on Reynaldo’s face. I think I misunderstood; he might be surprised, but not anxious. After all, I am not Kimberly.

He caught my fallen body. He stood stiffly, at a loss. After a few seconds, he asked, his voice tense, “What’s wrong with you?”

I said nothing; I had no strength. He seemed to notice the red wine stains on my collar. He quickly opened my collar; seeing the large, wine-soaked area, his eyes darkened. “What happened? Did something happen? Did you go drinking?”

I remained silent, but the memory of Matthew’s bullying brought a sourness to my heart, and a mist appeared in my eyes. I turned away, biting my lip, fighting back tears. My silence finally ignited his anger.

He growled, “I’m asking you a question!”

I pursed my lips, silent. He was furious, grasping my shoulders, lifting me halfway to make me look at him. He stared intently. “Tell me, where did you go tonight? Who did you meet? And what’s the deal with these wine stains?”

I felt dizzy and weak, wanting only to be rid of him. I licked my dry lips and said with difficulty, “I’m tired. I want to sleep… Ask me later…”

“Esmeralda!”

He growled again, his face darkening. He glared fiercely. “You’d better tell me honestly, who did you go to see and what did you do?”

My pajamas were torn and stained with wine. He likely assumed I’d been out with men, enjoying myself. After all, in his eyes, I was always a woman who loved to have fun. I pulled my lips and said hoarsely, “However you guessed it, that’s how it is. No need to ask me.”

Reynaldo was enraged. He lifted me and pressed me against the wall. But then his gaze fell upon my bare feet. He frowned deeply, looking at my feet with disbelief.

“You…”

As he released me, I went limp, falling to the ground. He caught me again. This time, instead of losing his temper, he hugged me and rushed into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and then examined my feet. He wasn't surprised at all.