Chapter51
Suddenly, he laughed sinisterly and gritted his teeth, saying, “You always do this, you have always been so perfunctory towards me, you never think about comforting me, never think about pleasing me.”
You never cared about my feelings at all, you never had a single bit of sincerity towards me!
As if it were an accusation, when he spoke these words, there was hatred in his voice.
Without waiting for me to say anything, he suddenly dragged me into the house and threw me onto the sofa.
I gasped in pain from my ankle, wanting to get up, but he instantly pinned me down and kissed me passionately.
When he got angry, he always acted like an unreasonable lunatic.
He was looking down at me, his voice devoid of any warmth.
He said, “You have never cared about me, so why should I care about you?”
What he wanted was to make me hurt, make me cry.
He said, “Your heart is like a cold stone, no matter how much you try to warm it up.”
He finally said, “You have no heart, Esmeralda, you simply have no heart.”
He said a lot of words, each sentence seemed like accusing me, blaming me, hating me.
I only felt pain all over my body, pain in my heart, and even more pain. in my ankle. I simply didn’t have the mind to ponder over his words.
The pain in my ankle became unbearable, and I struggled in agony, crying out in pain.
He finally stopped and sneered at me coldly, “Can someone heartless like you feel pain too?”
I ignored his mockery and just pushed his chest, almost pleadingly saying. “Can you vent your anger next time? I’m really not feeling well today.”
But he didn’t have the slightest bit of pity or sympathy for me..
He sneered with a cold smile, “Uncomfortable, huh? Then let’s change the place.”
After saying that, he pulled me up and dragged me upstairs.
And my ankle was hurting so much that I couldn’t take another step, and I fell to the ground in agony.
Reynaldo turned around coldly, about to say something, but his expression visibly changed when he saw my swollen ankle.
“You…”
He looked at me in astonishment, “Are you hurt?”
I bit my lip and remained silent, so that he wouldn’t accuse me of pretending.
He squatted down and wanted to look at my ankle.
I drew buck my feet, not letting him see.
He furrowed his brow, grasped my small leg, and forcefully pulled my
foot over.
He stared at my swollen ankle for a few seconds, his face darkening. “Why didn’t you make a sound with such a serious injury?”
“Why should I speak up? Will you feel sorry for me if I do?” I sarcastically laughed at him.
He looked at me deeply, for a while, without saying anything, and then. he picked me up and placed me on the sofa.
He knelt on one knee, cradling my foot in the palm of his hand, while his other hand gently massaged the swollen area around my ankle.
Although it hurt a lot, I was more surprised by his actions and attitude. towards me at that moment.
Looking at him like this, he seemed to have turned back into the gentle and considerate Reynaldo he used to be.
Now I realize that the past Reynaldo was really good, so good that it makes me somewhat nostalgic.
As I was thinking, suddenly his voice came from beside me, “When did you sprain your foot?”
I averted my gaze and said lightly, “This morning, you kicked me off the car, and I ran to the company, and then I sprained my ankle.”
Ile listened and his face darkened.
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Well, look, he didn’t apologize to me for what happened this morning.
He would only think that I was blaming him for leaving me in the morning.
I used to think that I was useless, as I could twist my foot even after running a few steps.
Yeah, in his eyes, what does it matter if I sprained my foot.
Lost in his thoughts, he suddenly got angry and said, “Are you stupid?
You sprained your ankle in the morning and still haven’t taken care of it. Do you want to become permanently disabled?”
I was stunned, staring at him blankly.
So, he was angry, not because he thought I was blaming him for what happened in the morning?
Was it not because I did not promptly attend to my foot injury?
Was he concerned about me?
I was startled by my own idea.
No!
Do not think, absolutely do not think.
The
I thought too much, and in the end, it was just being overly sentimental and irreparable.
