Chapter203
I looked at him with some helplessness. What should I do so that he could be happy and let me go?
I became increasingly unable to figure out his emotions.
He slightly lowered his head, leaned closer to me, and said in a deep voice. “You are awake now, tell me honestly, if it was Winston who saved you back then.”
That night, did you speak those emotional words to him and ask him to help you solve it?
Look, he was secretly competing with Winston again.
This question was just really difficult to answer.
If I nodded and said yes, he would definitely go crazy, maybe even kill me right here.
But if I shook my head in denial, it would mean that I admitted I liked. him, that all I wanted was him. Would he mock my feelings then?
After all, I had those three unpleasant years with him.
I still can’t figure out what he meant by repeatedly trying to force me to admit that I liked him.
Did you want to make sure of my feelings and then use it as a weapon to hit me hard, mock me, and hurt me?
Oh!
After much thought, my mind became a jumble.
I couldn’t figure out this man’s thoughts, and I didn’t dare to guess.
But at the moment, I definitely couldn’t nod and say yes.
Even if admitting my feelings for him meant being mocked by him, it would still be better than provoking him and driving him crazy by doing
this.
Yes, first pacify him, it’s important to keep him calm!
I licked my lips and was about to say what was on my mind, that no matter who saved me that night, I only want you, I only want to be good with you.
But just as he opened his mouth to speak, the door to the president’s office suddenly swung open.
Accompanied by a gentle call, “Reynaldo…
But the sound quickly came to a sudden stop.
I glanced sideways towards the door.
It was Kimberly.
She carried breakfast and stood at the door, dazed.
Those affectionate eyes were filled with a few traces of tears.
Reynaldo did not look back at her.
The man continued to stare at me intently, his hand on my shoulder not loosening even a bit, as if he was still waiting for me to answer the question he had just asked.
Tsk!
This man is so persistent, so persistent that he can ignore the feelings of his unrequited love.
I shouted at him, “Hey, she’s on the verge of tears, why don’t you go ard comfort her!”
Reynaldo didn’t move, but his face darkened slightly.
I said again, “You better think it through, be careful not to make her sad and sick later. Don’t you dare blame me and go crazy in front of me.”
His pair of dark, intense eyes stared at me fixedly, as if trying to find some emotion on my face.
Oh, I knew it.
He must have wanted to find “jealousy” in my expression.
Men, it seems, all have a bit of vanity.
Even though he detested that woman, he insisted on her loving him to the point of life and death, only then would he be satisfied.
But he didn’t know how proud I was deep down inside, no matter how much I liked him or how sad I was, I wouldn’t show it in front of him.
Kimberly’s teary eyes were still staring at me, making me feel uncomfortable all over.
I moved slightly and was about to struggle to push away the man in front
of me.
But he didn’t expect that he suddenly stepped back himself.
Immediately after, his strong hand waved directly, and my whole body
rolled off the table.
Fortunately. I reacted quickly and placed my hands on the carpet, which prevented me from falling on my stomach.
Just a moment ago. Reynaldo was completely infatuated, looking
impatient and eager. But now, he is tidying his cuffs and tie, with a pale expression on his face, presenting a dignified and gentlemanly
appearance.
Looking at myself again, several buttons on my shirt popped open and the collar slipped off my shoulders.
The button of the jeans was unbuttoned, and even the zipper was pulled
open.
It was a mess.
Kimberly, on the other hand, stood innocently at the door, resembling a virtuous and gentle wife, as if she had arrived at the scene of catching an affair.
After Reynaldo had finished tidying up his clothes, he calmly sat back in
his chair.
Seeing him so calm, with no trace of guilt for his moonlight, I also calmly tidied up my own clothes.
He was never in a hurry, why should I be in a hurry?
