Chapter 1144

The next second, he suddenly cupped my face, and his warm lips instantly touched down. The wind was cold, and the rain was cool. Only his lips, warm and soft, lingered and rubbed against mine. He wrapped his whole body around me, kissing me gently and tenderly, with a hint of restraint and sadness.

So, what does this count as now? He kissed me passionately, and then said to me, "We are not suitable for each other. Let’s break up. It’s better for both of us."

Thinking of this, I pushed him hard, but I couldn’t move him. Just now he was still bent over coughing, looking like he hadn’t fully recovered from his injury. It became domineering, with surprisingly great strength. I pushed him with all my strength, but he remained unmoved, still holding me tightly in his arms. His kiss became gradually deep and dominant, his agile tongue prying open my lips and teeth, advancing step by step like a conqueror. The thoughts in my head were gradually stripped away, leaving my mind completely blank. Even the resentment in his heart seemed to be sucked away by him. With his deep kiss, I felt weak all over, almost unable to stand, and could only collapse into his arms. He kissed her eagerly.

I grabbed the lapels of his chest and gasped urgently. Perhaps sensing my discomfort, he slowly let go of me. He breathed slightly, his eyes fixed on me. In the dim light, his eyes were dark and terrifying. I went limp all over, my hands resting on his chest, feeling his strong and powerful heartbeat. The wind was clearly cold, blowing icy raindrops on my face and down my neck. It was so cold, but the temperature between him and me seemed to be gradually rising.

None of us said a word; we just looked at each other, the long–suppressed desire in our bodies suddenly ignited like a prairie fire. I didn’t know how I got back to the house with him. The door closed, shutting out the cold from outside. From the gate to the sofa, a short distance, I had already shed half of his wet clothes on the ground. He supported my waist, kissed me, and pushed me down onto the sofa. I randomly pulled at the shirt on his body. I don’t know if it was too hasty or what, but I accidentally ripped off a few buttons from his shirt. His eyes darkened, following my strength directly, and he pulled off his shirt.

Just the next second, several horrifying wounds instantly caught the eye. Reynaldo had wounds on his chest, abdomen, and waist. The wound was long and deep, and it had not fully healed. Even after all this time, it still looks terrifying. The heart tightened in an instant. I trembled as I touched his wound, tears blurring my vision for a moment. Originally, he was really hurt so badly. There are also those invisible internal injuries. No wonder Johnathan said he almost died that day. That day, he really almost died at the hands of Matthew. The thought of “death” made me shudder all over, and an indescribable fear and dread rose in my heart. I couldn’t imagine what I would do if he died.

The hand covering his wound was suddenly grasped by him. He looked at me deeply and whispered, "It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt." I bit my lip, looked at his wounds, and felt so heartbroken that I couldn’t say a word. How could it not hurt? These wounds, no matter which one falls on my body, would hurt me terribly.