"Who knows!" I said in a dull tone, unable to help but criticize in my heart: "You enjoy being angry, don't you? You feel uncomfortable all over if you don't get angry all day."

Reynaldo drank all the wine in the cup in one gulp. He tugged at his collar again, revealing his perfect and sexy collarbone, looking wild. I swallowed my saliva again without any resistance and shifted to the side.

But unexpectedly, he suddenly put his arm around my waist, and with a strong force, he sat me on his lap, still sitting astride his lap. I was startled and reflexively wanted to come down.

But unexpectedly, in a hurry, my hand pressed against him again. When I saw the man’s eyes dark as fire, I almost cried.

Reynaldo chuckled softly, hugged me tightly, and whispered hoarsely in my ear, "It seems like you're even more anxious than I am."

"Reynaldo!" I was about to cry. This man not only didn’t comfort me, but also just knew how to tease me!

Reynaldo humorously kissed my lips and stared at me with his fiery black eyes, saying, "I was angry because you were chatting and laughing with that man on the dance floor. I had been staring at you for a long time, but you didn’t even notice, and you were chatting and laughing with that man."

"Hey, you said it’s not a blind date! But they all treated you as a blind date directly!" When Reynaldo said this, he angrily bit my earlobe.

I shuddered all over, and my face burned straight to the base of my neck. I grabbed his shoulders and stammered, "You, you don’t do this, I… I’m tired, I want to go upstairs to sleep."

"What sleep? Tonight, I had no intention of letting you off," Reynaldo said, kissing my lips again. He held my waist with one hand and cradled the back of my head with the other, not allowing me to move away even a bit. The man’s kiss carried a hint of punishment, yet it did not lack tenderness. His hand slipped into the hem of my clothes, his slender fingers feeling like they were on fire. Everywhere he touched seemed to leave a tingling sensation.

My hands involuntarily wrapped around his neck, and I went limp in his arms. His kisses became more and more lingering and urgent. I was kissed by him so much that I felt dizzy, even breathing became a bit difficult. I couldn’t help but pound his shoulders, signaling him to let go of me. He then took a step back, looking at me with deep eyes.

The fresh air entered my nostrils, and my mind also cleared up a bit. Hey, what was I just doing? How did I suddenly get lost in his kisses? Wasn’t I still mad at him?!

Reynaldo tightened my waist and kissed towards my neck, pulling down the collar of my shirt. I pressed against his chest and muttered, "No, I don't want to."

Reynaldo furrowed his brows, his dark eyes staring at me deeply, his voice hoarse, "Why? Are you still mad at me?"

"Did you know that I was mad at you for giving birth to you?!" I glared at him angrily.

He smiled, pecked me on the lips, and said, "I know, you’re making me feel sorry for Kimberly."

"You!" I became even angrier when I heard him say that. I used to think that he didn’t know that I was angry with him, and didn’t know what I was angry about, so he didn’t know how to appease me. Little did he know that he knew everything!