Chapter 425

“Is it?” Reynaldo paused in his steps, turned around to look at me, and chuckled, “See, when you’re trying to please me, you can say all sorts of nice things, but when you can’t achieve your goal, look at how you’ve turned into hating me so much.”

“Ha, Esmeralda, you are really hypocritical!”

He looked at me disappointedly, then opened the car door and walked out.

I was so angry that I gritted my teeth.

I never asked him again, never tried to please him.

Someone who hated me and showed no mercy towards me—even if I knelt in front of him, his cold and hard heart probably wouldn’t soften towards me at all.

The plan fell through, and I lay back on the bed, feeling powerless and desolate in my heart.

Seeing Reynaldo like this, he probably really wanted to trap me here for the rest of my life.

What should I do?

Vonnie and the others didn’t even know where I was trapped; how could they possibly come to rescue me?

I looked out at the desolate night outside the window, feeling more and more lonely and desperate in my heart.

I stayed up all night, and the next day I lay in bed, not wanting to move.

Even when Reynaldo came in, I didn’t pay any attention.

Footsteps approached gradually, then stopped by the bed.

The man’s deep voice sounded by the bed, “They said you didn’t have breakfast?”

I ignored him.

He glanced at the untouched breakfast on the coffee table and sneered, “You think you can threaten me with a hunger strike and make me let you go? Hah, you are too naive.”

I pulled at my lip.

It’s not that I was naive; it’s that he overestimated me.

I, a person who cherishes life, how could I possibly harm my body by fasting, especially when there is a baby in my belly?

I didn’t want to eat; I just simply didn’t have the appetite.

Last night I tried to please him but failed, and now I don’t want to pay any attention to him at all.

He stared at me for a long time, his eyes gradually changing from indifference to gloom.

“Wake me up!”

I still didn’t move.

He suddenly pulled me up and coldly said, “Go have breakfast!”

“You are sick!”

I impatiently shook off his hand. “What I’m hungry and thirsty for is you, and now you’re forcing me to have breakfast—it’s you again. If you’re sick, go take your medicine; don’t go crazy here!”

When anger outweighed fear, I could say anything.

Reynaldo stared at me coldly for a while, then he suddenly smiled faintly and said, “Don’t you want to go out?”

I was taken aback, looking at him with a hint of excitement.

When I saw the coldness in his eyes, that excitement turned into sarcasm.

I asked, “Would you be so kind as to take me out for a walk?”

Reynaldo turned around and sat on the sofa.

The man wore a suit with a leather collar, his clothes meticulously groomed, exuding a calm and noble temperament.

He said to me slowly, “Winston’s play has finished filming.”

I looked at him in surprise.

It’s finished filming?

Last time I heard Vonnie say that they were working day and night to shoot, and it would take a month to finish.

However, although there were no calendars or clocks in the room, counting the number of sunrises and sunsets, I had been locked in here for almost twenty days.

I stared at him, not understanding why he suddenly said this to me.

He glanced at me lightly and said, “Come here.”