Chapter 1135

"Look, in just one hour, he rushed over. Look, he was so worried about you, worried to the point that he couldn’t even distinguish my low-level lies."

I opened my mouth, about to say something, when Reynaldo hurriedly ran in.

His brows furrowed, breathing slightly ragged, looking weary and dusty, his handsome face filled with anxiety. Just as he saw the few of us standing there, he suddenly stopped at the door. He looked at me intently, his gaze moving from top to bottom and then back up again, as if he was trying to figure out where I had been hurt. After watching it back and forth several times, he finally spoke lightly, "Since everyone is fine, I’ll go back first."

"Ah ah…"

Johnathan took a step forward and grabbed his arm, saying, "Oh, what are you talking about? It’s as if Esmie wasn’t hurt; you seem disappointed."

"I didn't have any!" Reynaldo frowned tightly, his face not looking very good. He didn’t look at me, just lowered his eyes slightly, with a sense of grievance and indignation after being deceived. His face still looked a little pale. The person looked a bit thinner than the last time I saw them at the courthouse entrance.

I don’t know how he spent the past half month. Not only did he lose weight, but he also looked particularly weak, like a sickly seedling. This appearance actually reminded me of him when we first got married, sickly gloomy, with no trace of brightness on his body, making people unconsciously want to stay away. After all, between melancholy sensitivity and sunny cheerfulness, everyone naturally chooses the latter. Ah, I don’t know how I fell for him either. Looking back, his personality really wasn’t the type I like.

Thoughts were wandering. Johnathan suddenly sighed heavily and said to Reynaldo, "To tell you the truth, Esmie is really injured."

Reynaldo’s eyes widened suddenly and he looked straight at me. My heart tightened, and I suddenly felt a little guilty under his gaze. After all, I wasn’t injured, this Johnathan; he lies without blinking an eye. Vonnie quickly pulled my arm, as if reminding me to quickly pretend to be injured. But I really didn’t know how to act. I wasn’t sick or in pain; I’m not Kimberly; I really can’t pretend.

Reynaldo looked me up and down again, then said to Johnathan, "Actually, if you want me to come over, you can just say it directly; there’s no need to make up such lies."

"I didn’t lie; she was really injured. If you don’t believe me, go ask her yourself," Johnathan said, looking aggrieved.

And this time Reynaldo seemed genuinely angry, saying quietly, "If you are really injured, you should be looking for a doctor, not me."

"Oh… so you’re not a doctor, why did you still rush over so eagerly when I called you?" Johnathan grinned at him mischievously. "You said it yourself, admitting that you care about Esmie, being nervous about Esmie dying."

Reynaldo’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at him coldly. Johnathan quickly suppressed his smile and exclaimed, "Since you’re already here, sit down and have dinner with Esmie."

Reynaldo fell silent for a few seconds and said, "You guys go ahead and eat."

After saying that, he turned around and walked outside. Johnathan pursed his lips and looked at me with a face full of speechlessness, as if saying, "I finally understand you."

Actually, Reynaldo thought that I truly liked Anton and was entangled with him, trying to keep him, just because of the child. So I had to explain this to him. Even if he didn’t believe, I still had to prove it to him with actions.