Chapter 1015

Is this ring really the one I threw away four years ago, and he secretly went to retrieve it?

With that in mind, I turned my gaze and called out to him in a low voice, "Reynaldo…"

"Hmm?"

He kissed my collarbone, murmured a response, and his big hands skillfully unfastened the clasp of my bra.

I licked my lips, dug my fingers into his shoulder, and deliberately said to him, "So, this ring, is it the one I threw away four years ago and you picked it up?"

Reynaldo hesitated for a moment.

He looked at me intently and said without any inflection, "No, you angrily threw it into the snow. Where could I pick it up in the vast snow?"

"Puff!"

As soon as I heard what he said, I couldn’t help but laugh.

His handsome brows furrowed slowly, looking at me gloomily, "What are you laughing at?!"

"Fool!"

I tapped on his forehead and said, "I never said I threw it in the snow, how did you know? And you even knew I threw it angrily. Oh, Reynaldo, were you hiding in the dark at that time?"

I finished speaking, and Reynaldo was clearly taken aback.

After a while, he seemed to realize, and a hint of obvious awkwardness flashed across his face.

He turned his face away and muttered, "If you dare to throw away the engagement ring I gave you again, I will…"

"How about it?"

I kissed him on the side of his ear while holding onto his neck.

He shuddered all over, and the hand around my waist tightened suddenly.

He turned back and looked at me intently, his voice hoarse, "I just… just…"

He didn’t say anything more, just suddenly pressed his lips against mine and kissed deeply.

My heart softened, and I couldn’t help but respond to his kiss.

Originally, this wedding ring was indeed the one I threw away four years ago.

He clearly hated me at that time, saying “we should never see each other again,” but still quietly took back the ring.

Why was he always so contradictory, so contradictory that it even made people feel a little heartbroken.

Reynaldo breathed heavily, his large hand pressing against my back, burning like fire.

The shirt was taken off by him, and the bra ambiguously hung on his arm.

I was so embarrassed that my face was burning, and I almost tore his shirt on the shoulder.

His eyes were dark and fiery, holding my wrist and leading my hand to the buckle of his belt.

He looked at me deeply and said in a hoarse voice, "This time, are you taking the initiative?"

I shook my head, buried in the nape of his neck, too embarrassed to say a word.

He put his arm around my waist, kissed me on the shoulder, and in a low, hoarse voice with a hint of coaxing, he said, "Esmeralda, this time it’s your turn to take the initiative…"

"Is it good?"

He kept asking me, with a soft voice, full of charm.

I just felt like my whole body was on fire.

I buried my head in his neck and muttered, "Not good."

However, Reynaldo did not give up, his voice becoming even lower, softer, and richer.

He called my name one by one.

The low, hoarse voice seemed to have a kind of magic, slowly enticing me to undo his belt, and then…

Later on, he carried me upstairs.

The whole first half of the night was filled with “romantic love,” as if he was tireless, enjoying himself to the fullest.

Chapter 1016