Chapter 442

I really need to rein in my temper. I angered him, and I suffered for it. I pursed my lips and quickly apologized to him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you, I was just feeling anxious.”

“You keep saying that we had festivals when we were young, but you never made it clear. So long ago, you want me to remember by myself; I really can’t recall. So, Reynaldo, just tell me, if I really did something too extreme when I was a child, leaving a bad impression on you, I apologize to you. Can I make it up to you?” I looked at him earnestly, with sincerity in my heart.

He squinted his cold eyes at me for a while, then suddenly smirked, with a hint of self-mockery in his smile.

“Did you think all I wanted was your apology and compensation?”

“What do you want then?” I quickly said, “As long as it’s something I can give you, I will definitely give it to you!”

“You must have given? Ha…” Reynaldo laughed more and more self-deprecatingly, with a hint of sadness even appearing at the corners of his eyes.

Looking at his appearance, my heart inexplicably felt tight and uncomfortable. His appearance made it seem as if I had really let him down. Isn’t it him who is humiliating me and hurting me in various ways now?

I looked at him and said somewhat helplessly, “Reynaldo, sometimes it’s really tiring to talk to you.” He really didn’t explain anything clearly, and then I couldn’t figure it out. I couldn’t figure it out, couldn’t do it well, and he got angry. It was like a vicious cycle, so our relationship remained strained. I was very tired, really tired.

Reynaldo sneered.

He suddenly stood up, walked up to me, and looked down at me with a sinister gaze, sneering, “Talking to me is tiring, but you don’t feel tired talking to Winston and Anton, do you?”

“Reynaldo!” I stared at him helplessly. “Can you please not bring up others when we are having a good conversation?”

“Can you stop thinking about them all the time in your heart?” Reynaldo suddenly growled at me, and a hint of crimson flashed in his eyes.

I pursed my lips and glared at him, feeling inexplicably annoyed. Now I feel like I have walked into a dead end with him. Because of his resentment toward me, he now refuses to let me go. And I didn’t know where I had offended him. I asked him, but he didn’t say. Feeling weak and restless inside.

I didn’t want to talk to him at all, so I turned around and got ready to go to bed. Reynaldo suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his arms. His chest was so hard that I bumped my head and got dizzy. I pushed his chest, wanting to curse him for being sick, but in an instant, I met his sinister crimson eyes, and my curse was choked back.

He sneered at me and said, “Why run? Isn’t it to deliberately gain weight and give me a new tactile experience?” He said, as his slender fingers undid the buttons of my nightshirt. My heart suddenly tightened, pushing back cautiously, but to no avail.

Feeling his dark and oppressive aura, I said softly, “No, I didn’t say that… I just wanted to eat something good, so I deliberately made up that excuse.”

“Want to eat something good?” Reynaldo laughed and said meaningfully, “I have starved you for too long.” He said, and then pushed me onto the bed.

The untied pajamas quickly slipped off my body.