Chapter 495

He held me tightly and said in a low voice, “Come back later.”

I suppressed a chuckle and casually replied, “It depends. I might fall asleep and wake up in the afternoon.”

“Anyway, whenever you wake up, just come over.”

Johnathan was chuckling to himself on the side.

Kimberly, on the other hand, was tearful and hesitant.

I chuckled and tugged at my lip, saying to Reynaldo in front of me, “We’ll see how it goes.”

After saying that, I withdrew my hand and picked up my breakfast, ready to leave.

Then he took the breakfast from my hands again.

He said, “What you bought for me, of course, is meant for me to eat. You can go buy some for yourself.”

“Reynaldo!”

I almost died laughing. He, the dignified CEO, actually tried to snatch breakfast from me.

I deliberately retorted to him, “Wasn’t that mutton soup personally brewed by Ms. Palmer for you in the middle of the night? You should drink that.”

Reynaldo frowned at me, with a hint of threat and fierceness in his dark, intense eyes.

That look, in an instant, reminded me of his fierce appearance when he tortured me in bed.

I swallowed hard and said, “I’ll give it to you to eat, I’m leaving first.”

After saying that, I ran out in a flash.

My cheeks were burning, so I reached up and covered my face, then buried my head and rushed towards the elevator.

It felt great to open up to Reynaldo. He finally stopped blindly defending Kimberly and hurting me.

Thinking back to when he had just ignored Kimberly and insisted on eating the breakfast I bought, I felt a wave of sweetness in my heart.

With a ‘ding,’ the elevator door opened.

I buried my head and walked in. Just as I walked in, I was stunned.

Winston was also inside, sitting in a wheelchair with his hands handcuffed. There were police officers on both sides of the wheelchair watching him.

He, like Reynaldo, had a pale complexion and exuded a touch of sickly weakness all over his body.

He was staring at me coldly, his eyes as terrifying as a maniac.

My heart tightened, and I subconsciously wanted to go out, but the elevator door closed all of a sudden.

The elevator went down.

I was terrified by the look in Winston’s eyes.

I stood quietly in the corner, keeping my distance from him, hoping the elevator would arrive at the sixth floor soon.

Just a few seconds later, Winston suddenly lunged at me.

He was too fast; even the police didn’t react in time.

He lunged at me, grabbed my neck, and shouted hoarsely, “I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill all of you.”

The police reacted and quickly pulled him away.

I leaned against the elevator wall, coughing violently, and looked at him in horror.

I felt like he was really crazy; his twisted eyes didn’t look like those of a normal person.

The police officer pushed him down onto the wheelchair and said in a low voice, “Behave yourself!”

Winston was firmly pressed onto the wheelchair, his eyes still glaring at me fiercely.

Because of that last blow, his abdominal wound split open, and blood quickly soaked through his shirt.

Just then, the sixth floor arrived.

The moment the elevator door opened, I rushed out in a panic.

But suddenly the corner of my clothes was grabbed by someone.

I turned around and saw it was Winston.

His hands were handcuffed, and both hands tightly grasped my clothes, no matter how hard the police tried to pull them apart.