Chapter 414

I begged him, “It was my fault before. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. Please… please give me a sip of water to drink.”

This was the first time in my life that I knelt down to someone, the first time I begged someone like this.

With this one kneel, he finally got back the three years of humiliation and oppression.

So, he shouldn’t hate me that much anymore, right?

But why did the coldness and hatred lingering in his dark eyes become even more intense?

He looked down on me, his eyes filled with deep hatred, as if he wanted to devour me completely.

So, how much does he actually hate me?

He bent down slowly, his slender fingers lifting my chin, his voice with a smile icy and piercing.

“Do you think… that’s enough?”

Look, indeed, even kneeling before him was not enough to appease the hatred he had for me in his heart.

I looked into his dark eyes, my heart aching unbearably.

I asked with difficulty, “What do I have to do for you to calm down?”

Glancing at the cup of water in his hand, the feeling of thirst became increasingly unbearable.

At this moment, I was like a fish stranded in the desert, dried up for many days, on the brink of death, when suddenly a spring appeared before my eyes.

The short distance, but I just couldn’t walk over.

I felt uncomfortable and in pain all over my body.

Worried about the baby in my belly, I grabbed his pants leg and hoarsely begged, “I’m so thirsty… Reynaldo, please don’t do this, I beg you… Please don’t do this, it’s my fault, please… Please give me some water, please…”

He bent down and looked at me, with a touch of what seemed like sadness in his cold eyes.

He approached me and asked, word by word, “Where do you think you have wronged me?”

Where did he offend you?

It was nothing but the oppression and humiliation of those three years.

I licked my lips and said with difficulty, “Those three years, I shouldn’t have had any relationship with you, shouldn’t have bullied you, shouldn’t have humiliated you. I’m sorry, Reynaldo, I’m sorry…”

“Ha!” he laughed, but his lips were tinged with bitterness.

He said, “You see, you never really understood the essence of the problem, you never think about it. Three years ago, there were so many people who oppressed me, why do I only hate you?”

“You never think about this question; you simply don’t know why I hate you.”

I stared blankly at the bitter smile on his lips.

So, he hated me not because of the three years of bullying, then what was it for?

I asked him in distress, “Then why do you hate me? Tell me, you tell me. Except for those three years, I really don’t know where I offended him.”

If I had known that he held grudges and was so ruthless, even if I died, I wouldn’t want to have any relationship with him.

I weakly grabbed his trouser leg and said in pain, “Why do you hate me like this? If you don’t say… how would I know?”

“Heh, so I said, you… heartless, selfish, and ruthless.”

He stared into my eyes and asked coldly, “Do you know what I hate most about you?”

I shook my head in confusion.

It seems that this person hated every part of me to the extreme.

He pinched my chin, his thumb gently rubbing the corner of my lips, the movement was gentle, but his eyes were extremely cold.

He said, “What I hate the most is your constant lies!”