Chapter 381

I stared at him with bloodshot eyes and said, “Was it you who knocked on my door like it was a matter of life and death just now?”

Braylon was puzzled, “It was Mr. Humphrey’s orders. I didn’t want to disturb people like that, but Mr. Humphrey said, ‘If you don’t open the door, just keep knocking, knock until you open the door.’”

He paused, then suddenly looked at me enviously and said, “Ms. Duffy, I didn’t expect your sleep quality to be so good, like clockwork.”

I stiffly tugged at my lips and looked past him to his back.

Reynaldo was still leaning against the car, hands in his pockets, his black eyes staring straight at me.

I took a deep breath and walked towards him.

He grinned at me and said, “Are you willing to let go?”

I looked at him pitifully, holding onto the last bit of hope, and said to him, “Can we not go to the hospital? As long as we don’t go to the hospital, I can do anything you ask.”

With that, I also pleasingly grabbed his arm.

He lowered his gaze and stared at me, with a mocking look in his eyes.

“Can you do anything?”

I nodded eagerly, “Yes, even if it means actively trying to please you.”

“As long as I don’t go to the hospital, Reynaldo, I am really scared.”

As I spoke, tears also streamed down my face.

I looked at him with tears in my eyes, praying that he would soften his heart.

But I was never Kimberly.

My tears, my pity, were of no use to him in the end.

He gently pushed away my hand and chuckled, “Ms. Duffy, do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me now?”

I think taking you to the hospital for a check-up and having you do anything else didn’t conflict, did it?

I secretly tightened the hand by my side, a touch of self-mockery rising in my heart.

Yes.

I was just a tool for him to vent, his canary.

Couldn’t escape and couldn’t resist.

So, even though he forced me to go to the hospital for a check-up today, he could still force me to do anything else.

These two do not conflict.

I actually negotiated terms with him; thinking about it is ridiculous.

“Get in the car!”

Reynaldo opened the back door and coldly spat out two words.

I bit my lip in secret, feeling a sharp pain in my heart that was hard to bear.

Seeing that I didn’t move, his tone became heavy and his voice turned cold, “Do you want me to invite you up?”

I looked at him with a heart full of bitterness and pain, tears welling up in my eyes, and said, “Reynaldo, I hate you.”

He smiled indifferently and said, “You already hated me, so a little more doesn’t matter.”

I buried my head and got in the car, no longer asking anything of him.

He treated me and Kimberly completely differently.

My tears and weakness, in front of him, only seemed ridiculous and ironic.

I will never beg him again, not in this lifetime.

Reynaldo followed and got on board.

He sat beside me, his whole body exuding a cold and gloomy aura.

I moved to the side a little, not wanting to get close to him at all.

He glanced at me sideways, his lips curling slightly, revealing a touch of icy sarcasm.

Braylon was driving in front.

No one spoke along the way, and the atmosphere in the carriage became cold and awkward, making the ten-plus kilometers journey suddenly feel exceptionally long.