Chapter 419

He didn’t stop until I bit my lips. His pair of dark and deep eyes, like dry wells, stared straight at me.

For a long time, he smiled, but it was just a slight curl of the lips, with no trace of laughter in his eyes.

He said, “I really am hateful, aren’t I?”

I turned my face away and remained silent.

No matter what I said, it didn’t change his bad attitude.

He gave a light sigh and continued with his actions.

His eyes were not like before, filled with strong desire.

He seemed more like he was retaliating—retaliating against me for deceiving him, for not listening to him, and for past oppression and humiliation.

For a long time, Reynaldo finally seemed satisfied.

He left me without a trace of nostalgia and went straight to the bathroom.

I pulled the quilt over my disheveled body.

My eye sockets were so sore that I couldn’t shed a single tear.

The bitten lip was also throbbing with pain at the moment.

I curled up in bed, staring blankly at the bathroom door.

After a while, the sound of water stopped, and the door of the bathroom was opened.

Reynaldo walked out.

He didn’t look at me, but instead put on a bathrobe and walked outside.

That tall figure exuded indifference and coldness.

When he was about to leave, I couldn’t help but ask, my voice hoarse and bitter.

I asked him, “How long are you going to keep me locked up?”

He paused for a moment and then said, “I don’t know, maybe when you learn to behave.”

“Wait until I learn to behave?”

I smiled stiffly, “So, in your opinion, how can I be considered a good student?”

He didn’t answer me again, just opened the door and walked out.

The room was instantly filled with suffocating silence again.

Everything returned to normal, as if that man had never been here.

I sat up and looked at the ambiguous marks on my body, crying and laughing at the same time.

I don’t know how long this dead silence will last.

What if… What if Reynaldo wants to imprison me for a lifetime?

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but shiver.

In the following days, Reynaldo came to me to vent every now and then, sometimes even coming for several nights in a row.

Every time it was done, he would leave as if I was just a tool for him to vent, without any feelings, without any emotions.

These days passed without knowing how many there were; each day was so unchanging.

Several times I woke up, not knowing what day it was, even feeling confused and unable to remember where I was.

I doubted that if I continued to be locked up like this, I would really become a mindless, soulless zombie.

What will happen to my baby when I am like this?

No, I couldn’t continue to drift along like this.

I had to do something.

I had to go out for a while. If I could get in touch with Vonnie or Quentin, they could think of a way to save me.

I had been missing for so many days; they must have been very worried.

Thinking of these things, in recent days, my hazy mind finally became clearer.

That night, Reynaldo came again.

It seemed as if he lived in this villa; when he came in, he was still wearing a bathrobe.

I stood by the window, staring at him without blinking.

Based on my usual understanding of this man, as long as I please him, he is quite easy to talk to.