Chapter 403

“I actually think that vigorous exercise is better for sleep than the method you mentioned.”

Intense… exercise?

My mind was frozen, and suddenly my whole body was turned over by him.

In an instant, I was face to face with him.

They were very close, their breaths intertwining.

I looked into his dark eyes, feeling a sudden panic.

To be honest, I have never rejected being intimate with him, and every time we were intimate, I actually quite enjoyed it.

But I don’t know why, when faced with such things, my heart always beats very fast, and I dare not look directly into his eyes, even reflexively wanting to reject his advances.

But actually, I didn’t dislike his touch at all; I would even say I liked it.

The man pulled open my collar, his slender fingers gently caressing my shoulders.

In his eyes, there was a strong desire, but also a hint of unshakable sadness.

Miraculously, I found myself feeling a little sorry for him with that look in his eyes.

I tensed up and didn’t dare to move, and asked him, “Have you encountered something troubling? You can tell me about it.”

Although you hate me, you can also treat me as a listening machine.

“You can rest assured that I won’t spread the bad things you told me.”

Reynaldo stared at me without blinking, his deep gaze extremely focused in that moment.

I focused and suddenly realized that I was the woman he loved to the core.

But I also knew that I couldn’t indulge in such wishful thinking.

After all, a man’s words in bed cannot be trusted, let alone just a glance.

Reynaldo looked at me for a long time before speaking, his tone indifferent, “You don’t seem to be sad at all that you can’t have children?”

I was surprised when he suddenly brought up the topic of having children again.

I brewed my emotions for a moment, put on a sad expression, and forced a smile, “Do I have to show my sadness?”

No matter what, sadness is my own business. I don’t need to show those negative emotions.

Reynaldo stared at me again for a while and said, “I went to the hospital again to ask.”

I straightened my back.

What did he ask at the hospital again?

Did the doctor let slip something?

Feeling nervous, I heard him say, “The director said that your problem cannot be cured, it will never be cured, even…”

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart and asked him, “Even what?”

“Even your physical condition was not suitable for in vitro fertilization.”

I stared at him blankly, shocked and full of confusion.

Why did he insist that I have a baby for him, even considering IVF?

“Esmeralda…”

He suddenly shouted my name with a smile.

That smile, however, looked cold and bitter.

He said, “We will never have our own children in this lifetime; are you satisfied?”

Was it my imagination?

When he said this, his eyes were full of sadness, despair, and resentment, just like that day at the hospital entrance.

I looked at him in shock, not knowing what to say.

He suddenly tore off my nightgown and rolled over, pressing me underneath him.

I shuddered all over, “Reynaldo…”

“It doesn’t matter…” he said to me with a strange smile, “If you don’t want to have a baby for me, then don’t. After all, I don’t like children that much either.”

When he spoke, his slender fingers gently stroked me, making me shiver all over.

Suddenly, his fingers landed on my abdomen.

I was startled and quickly protected my abdomen, watching him warily.