Chapter 1270

He sighed at me again and said helplessly, “Well, as you wish, it’s all up to you.”

I think if you don’t listen to me this time, you’ll have to say that I’m dead.

I pulled his hand down and looked at him with a smile. “So you’re actually afraid of me bothering you. If I had known earlier, I should have bothered you like this when I asked you for money before. I would have annoyed you to the point where you had no choice but to immediately hand me your bank card, tell me to go away as far as possible, and not even want the money back.”

Reynaldo gave me a disdainful look and said, “Indeed a screenwriter, with such a vivid imagination.”

The man’s lips curled slightly, with a gentle charm shining through his faint smile.

I really liked this kind of Reynaldo.

As if possessed, I grabbed his neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss his lips.

He shuddered all over, then cupped the back of my head and deepened the kiss.

Since that day Essie got scared, Reynaldo, Roddy, and I have been by her side.

In the evening, the four of us slept together.

The first two nights, Essie still had nightmares and would wake up crying.

Later, with our company, things gradually got better.

And these days, Reynaldo didn’t go out anymore; he stayed at home with me and the children.

Even for work, all meetings were conducted via video conference at home.

If there was something very important, they would have them bring the documents to the house for a meeting and discussion.

Continuing like this was definitely not a solution, so Matthew’s threat had to be eliminated as soon as possible.

After agreeing to meet with Matthew, I did not immediately confirm the time and place, but instead went to the hospital.

I had to make sure Kimberly was willing to go.

If Kimberly was not willing to go, then this method was almost certain to fail.

I hadn’t seen Kimberly for over ten days, and her complexion looked much better than last time.

I have to say, the vitality of this woman is really strong.

Quentin still stayed by Kimberly’s bedside like a loyal lapdog.

When I came over just now, I saw a man wearing a duckbill cap sneaking a peek outside the door.

Look at that figure; it looks like Zackery.

It seems that Zackery really loved Kimberly. Not only could he tolerate Kimberly being openly with Quentin, but he was also willing to worry about her, want to see her, and even sneak around like this.

I wonder if Zackery, this person, will be able to make good use of it at that time?

In the twinkling of an eye, a bold idea flashed through my mind.

If… using Quentin to turn Zackery against Kimberly…

“Ralda, how did you come?”

Lost in thought, Quentin suddenly approached me.

I glanced at him lightly; the wound on his arm had healed, but my Vonnie was still lying in bed unconscious.

As soon as I saw these two people, my heart was full of sorrow and indignation.

I said flatly, “Do I even need to ask? Of course, I came to see if you were dead.”

Quentin pursed his lips and fell silent.

Kimberly leaned against the hospital bed, glaring at me with resentment in her eyes, “That would disappoint Ms. Duffy; my brother is very skilled in medicine. I am almost healed.”

When she said that, Anton happened to come over and was standing right at the door.