Chapter 1140

As soon as I saw the cake, I felt uneasy again. The cake was made specifically for him, but he didn’t come to eat it. I felt like all my hard work was in vain.

Reynaldo looked at me, thought for a moment, and said to me, “Today is your birthday, right?”

The man was taken aback, suddenly looking at me as if in disbelief.

I hummed and laughed, “Don’t look at me with that kind of eyes, and don’t always think of me as so heartless. You see, this time no one remembered your birthday, probably including yourself. But I still remember, and I have always remembered.”

Reynaldo looked deeply at me, with a complexity and entanglement in his ink-black eyes that I couldn’t understand.

I really don’t know what he was fussing about. I said, “I loved him, I just wanted to be with him.” He believed, that’s all. But he insisted on doubting himself, wanting to be self-righteous for my own good, which made him suffer and also made me angry. If I had really died of anger, I wouldn’t let him off even if I became a ghost.

So angry, so angry! With the anger in my heart, I pointed to the small cake on the table and said to him, “Here, the birthday cake I made for you by myself. You decide whether to eat it or not. If you don’t eat it, I’ll just throw it away.”

He stared at me for a while, then slowly walked towards me. He sat down beside me, looking at the small cake in front of him, and after a long pause, he said softly, “Actually, you don’t have to make it up to me deliberately. That birthday back then, I was the one who insisted you celebrate it with me. I knew you hated me like that, but I still greedily brought you over, still greedily wanted to spend that birthday alone with you. Speaking of which, it serves me right, it’s me…”

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, I picked up a small piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. He furrowed his brows and looked at me.

I also picked up a small piece and took a bite, muttering, “Say less, it affects the mood.”

He took the cake down and pursed his lips, looking at me. I leaned to the side, half leaning against him, eating cake by myself. This cake wouldn’t be so soft if we didn’t eat it now. And I was starving to death, who wants to listen to his twisted words. If he doesn’t eat, I don’t want to force it either.

After a while, I had almost finished my cake, but he still hadn’t touched his. I rolled my eyes in anger, then picked up the cake in front of him and prepared to dump it in the trash can.

He suddenly grabbed my arm and looked at me with a hint of grievance in his eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Throw it away, no one is going to eat this, why keep it?”

Reynaldo pursed his lips and silently took the piece of cake from my hand. He didn’t say anything, just picked up the fork and ate the cake with his head down. Honestly, this man eats very elegantly. Eating was done by taking small bites. Eating cake is also eating bit by bit. How come I seemed a bit rough and arrogant when compared like this?

I touched my nose, drank two big mouthfuls of soup, and finally my stomach was completely full.

The man was still eating.