Chapter 418

Every day, not knowing what time it was, I counted the dark and light to know how many days I had been locked up here.

Around the seventh day, Reynaldo came again.

He must have just returned, with a hint of autumn chill on him.

At that time, I had just finished taking a shower and was coming out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe.

He stood at the doorway, staring at me without blinking, with a deep and dark expression in his eyes and eyebrows.

And as for his arrival, I felt no ripples in my heart.

I withdrew my gaze lightly and silently lay down on the bed to sleep.

He didn’t say a word to me either and went straight to the bathroom.

Soon there was the sound of water.

Basically, him taking a shower in my room meant that he was going to do that kind of thing with me next.

See, I was just a plaything for him to relieve his physical needs.

He would disappear if he wanted to, and if he wanted something, he would come straight over without considering my feelings at all.

Before long, the door of the bathroom opened.

I quickly wiped away the tears overflowing from the corners of my eyes, hugged the blanket, closed my eyes, and went to sleep.

However, a long time passed and Reynaldo never showed up.

After a long silence, silence to the point where I thought he had gone out again.

However, the faint smell of tobacco in the air reminded me that Reynaldo was still in the room.

I opened my eyes and looked back faintly.

He was wearing a loose robe and standing by the window smoking.

He turned his back to me, and his silhouette seemed to exude an indescribable loneliness.

I averted my gaze, pursed my lips, and continued sleeping.

I don’t know if I slept too much during the day, but I just couldn’t fall asleep now.

The more sober a person is, the clearer their senses become, to the point where I could even feel Reynaldo’s breath.

He was in the room, I always felt a little uneasy.

My nerves were also on edge, not knowing when he would suddenly show up.

I don’t know how long it had been, until that faint smell of tobacco finally wafted over…

I subconsciously opened my eyes and met his dark, deep gaze.

The calm heart finally skipped a beat.

We just stared at each other for a few seconds, neither of us saying a word.

He came straight at me.

There were no words, he just kissed me on the forehead.

At this point, any resistance seems futile and ridiculous.

I clutched the bedding beneath me, motionless, letting his warm kisses cover my whole body.

The man’s facial features were deep and three-dimensional, and when he put on clothes, he always looked elegant and noble.

Once he took off his clothes, he was a demon.

In bed, he would always be very cruel, cruelly tormenting me, cruelly making me make sounds.

It’s as if, when I feel bad and I beg him, he can get great satisfaction.

Just like now, his face was clearly noble and charming, but his actions were so crazy and vicious that it was unbearable.

I wanted to scold him, but I held back.

I have now realized a fact.

Any cursing and resistance would only provoke him to treat you even worse.

And my tears, my vulnerability, and pleading were equally useless to him.

So, it’s better to keep silent.