Chapter 1162

I couldn’t help but smile, turned over in his arms, and hugged him. “Husband, I only love you. I just want to be with you, even in death!”

Reynaldo’s body trembled slightly, then he hugged me tightly and his voice softened. “Go to sleep, I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

I responded softly, leaning comfortably in his arms.

A good night’s sleep and sweet dreams.

The next day when I woke up, it was already bright outside, and I could occasionally hear a few pleasant bird calls.

I got up and walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and looked outside.

Before my eyes was a magnificent landscape of mountains and rivers.

Actually, the mountains and rivers were a bit far away, but from this angle, it looked like a magnificent landscape painting, especially beautiful.

No wonder Johnathan was immediately attracted to this place; far from the hustle and bustle of the city, there was a kind of peaceful beauty.

Reynaldo, I didn’t know when he got up; the place beside the bed was already cold.

I went downstairs and looked around, but I couldn’t find him. However, there was freshly made breakfast in the kitchen.

He should still be in the villa because, usually when he goes out, he leaves me a note.

Thinking this, I went upstairs again.

I searched every room and finally found him in the study.

The door of the study was slightly ajar.

When I pushed the door open, I saw him sitting with his back to the door, leaning against the desk.

The man was shirtless, revealing his strong and muscular back.

He hung his head low, not knowing what he was doing.

I furrowed my brows and walked over slowly. “Reynaldo…”

My shout seemed to startle him.

He quickly put on his shirt and turned to me, asking, “Are you awake?”

I nodded and quickly walked around to stand in front of him.

He buttoned his shirt while smiling at me. “Why not get some more sleep?”

“You weren’t here; I couldn’t sleep,” I whispered, my gaze fixed on his hand.

He buttoned up his buttons in a hurry, as if afraid I would notice something.

And, he was actually wearing a black shirt today.

I remember he used to wear black only when he was in a very bad mood.

In the first three years of their marriage, he always wore black.

Today, he was clearly happy, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

Why did he choose to wear black again? There are other colored shirts in the wardrobe.

Reynaldo didn’t know what I was thinking.

After buttoning up his shirt, he took my hand and smiled at me, saying, “After breakfast, shall I continue sleeping with you?”

I didn’t answer his question. I just asked him, “What were you doing with your head down just now? And you even took off your clothes; could it be because of your wound…”

“No.”

Reynaldo interrupted me with a smile, gripping my hand and standing up straight. He smiled at me and said, “Let’s go, have breakfast downstairs. I made several dishes for breakfast today.”

There was a trash can under the desk, and I vaguely saw what seemed to be bloodstains on the tissues inside.

Maybe the man’s wound had opened up again.

He must have been afraid that I would worry, and was ready to hide it from me.

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but furrow my brows fiercely.

When he wasn’t paying attention, I grabbed his arm and pushed him to sit on the desk, then I straddled his lap.