Chapter 127

So what does this goodness and gentleness imply? I preferred him to always be fierce and cruel towards me; I didn't want his occasional kindness and consideration. I was afraid that one day I would become addicted to his tenderness and then be unable to bear his abandonment and ruthlessness. He ultimately cared more about Kimberly, and this couldn't be changed. So no matter what, and regardless of whether last night's events were dreams or not, I had to face one fact: in his heart, I couldn't compare to Kimberly.

I tried to suppress the discomfort in my heart. Instead of touching the food, I found a clean set of clothes, put them on, and left. Reynaldo had personally told Jonathan that he didn't want to see me anymore. So I had to be self-aware and not arrogantly stay just because that man occasionally showed tenderness.

As I was leaving, I suddenly remembered the bracelet. I found my bag and took it out. The bracelet had been repaired very well, with no visible cracks. But it was ultimately a broken bracelet, and I didn't know if Grandma would still want it. I sighed, placed the bracelet on the low table, and wrote a note, pressing it underneath. What I wrote was: "That day, I accidentally broke the bracelet. I am very sorry. I have already fixed it, and now it is back to its original owner."

Coming out of the villa, it was still raining. The autumn rain drizzled continuously, bringing a chill. I glanced back at the villa, feeling a slight touch of sadness. In the future, I probably will never come back here again. I walked alone on the path, the cool breeze mixed with drizzle blowing on my face, which made my drowsy head much clearer.

I suddenly remembered the investment in the Winston project. I hadn't received the investment. Anyway, this matter still needed to be explained to Winston. Thinking this, I called him. The phone was quickly answered.

Winston's voice was anxious. "Ralda, are you okay? Where did Reynaldo take you last night? I called you, but your phone was turned off."

Yes, last night Reynaldo turned off my phone. I guess it was because Winston found the phone call annoying.

I smiled at him and said, "I'm fine, he didn't do anything to me." Winston breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."

I pursed my lips and said, "I'm sorry, Winston. I couldn't handle the investment…"

"Reynaldo has already promised to invest in me."

I was shocked. "What? Did he agree to invest?"

"Well, he had his assistant bring the contract for investment signing this morning," Winston said, pausing before hesitantly adding, "Ralda, tell me honestly, did you agree to something he asked for again last night?"

"No," I quickly replied, "He didn't ask me for anything."

"How did he…"

"Perhaps he still cherished some brotherly affection for you."

Winston chuckled immediately. "Impossible! Don't be fooled by his always gentle and approachable appearance; the darkness and indifference hidden deep inside him only grow more terrifying."

I didn't say anything, but it was true. Reynaldo, this person, indeed harbors a terrifying darkness deep down.

"Ralda, perhaps it was because you had those five glasses of wine; after all, he did say that you agreed to invest after drinking eight glasses of wine, and, moreover, he didn’t let you have those last three," Winston said with a complex tone.

I smiled and said, "Anyway, it's good that he agreed to invest."

"Ralda…" Winston suddenly called out, his tone tinged with guilt. "Actually, I intentionally sent you to discuss the investment last night because I knew Jonathan was the big boss behind him. I also guessed that he would be the one to come last night."

I listened quietly, feeling calm inside. Because I had guessed it last night; otherwise, the coincidence wouldn't have been possible.

Winston added, "Ralda, am I not despicable, going to any lengths for the sake of investment?"

But you don't understand. I grew up in the spotlight since I was little; I've always been accustomed to praise. I can't stand them using me now to highlight him, I can't stand them comparing me to him…

"But Reynaldo was also compared to you since childhood, used as a contrast to you. He has always lived in your shadow, enduring disdain and insults. He has suffered no less injustice than you."