Chapter 484

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped again and asked me in a puzzled manner, “It’s strange, why don’t you ask me how Reynaldo is doing now?”

Whenever Reynaldo is mentioned, my heart aches. I pursed my lips and said, “As long as he is not in danger of life, it’s fine.”

Anton tugged at his lip and said, “What a coincidence, he didn’t ask about you either.”

“Is that so!” I stiffly tugged at the corner of my lips, “With Kimberly by his side, it’s normal for him not to remember me.”

Anton stared at me for a while, then dropped a room number and left.

I knew that was Reynaldo’s room number.

He let me choose whether to go see that man or not.

I silently ate all the food Anton brought up and then lay back in bed to continue sleeping.

Just not sure if I slept too much during the day, I tossed and turned, but just couldn’t fall asleep.

The room number kept lingering in my mind.

I pulled back the covers, got out of bed.

He lived in room 1008 on the 10th floor.

Coming out of the elevator, I followed the room number.

Thinking to myself, I’ll just take a glance at him. If I don’t look at him, I’m afraid I won’t be able to sleep for the rest of the night.

The nurse fell asleep on the workbench, and the corridor was silent.

I arrived at the door of ward 1008.

I didn’t know if Kimberly was inside. If Kimberly was inside, then I wouldn’t go in.

I tiptoed and looked inside through the small window on the door.

I looked around and didn’t see Kimberly’s figure.

On the sickbed, there was only a slight bulge of a human figure, and that human figure did not move at all.

It’s Reynaldo, he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

So I went in to take a look at him; I don’t think he even noticed.

I gently turned the doorknob and walked in.

The moonlight shone through the window, and there was also a faint light in the bathroom. Although the room was not very bright, you could see basically everything clearly.

I quietly walked to the bedside.

In the hospital bed, the man lay motionless, as if he were sleeping deeply.

I slowly squatted down, leaning on the edge of the bed. Through the dim light, I saw his face softer than usual.

I reached out my hand, wanting to stroke his eyebrows and eyes, but afraid of waking him up. In the end, my fingers could only delicately trace his eyebrows and his mouth and nose in the air.

I felt like I had a lot to say to him, but when it came down to it, I couldn’t say a word.

I lay on the edge of the bed, staring at him for a long time, until a hint of dawn appeared on the horizon; only then did I get up to leave.

I was afraid I wouldn’t know how to face him when he woke up if I didn’t leave now.

After all, it was me who made him lose his dignity and kneel down; it was me who made him suffer such a heavy injury.

I gave him a deep look and then walked out.

However, just as I had taken a step, my wrist was suddenly grabbed by a large hand.

My heart trembled, and I subconsciously lowered my gaze, instantly meeting Reynaldo’s dark, deep eyes.

My heart skipped a beat, and I stared at him blankly, momentarily at a loss for words.