Chapter 142

When I finished work, it was only six o'clock. Some people lived on the construction site, while others did not, but most left only after dinner at the canteen. I was no exception. Trevin clearly made a deliberate effort to find me each time. Just as I finished cooking dinner, he arrived with a plate. I deliberately found an empty corner and sat down. Trevin followed and sat opposite me. He smiled and said, “Esmeralda, I have overtime tonight. You go back first. Later.”

“Um,” I responded with a nod, returning the drink he'd bought me at noon, untouched. Trevin stared at me a moment, smiling, then said, “Esmeralda, this is…”

“I was already married,” I said.

Trevin’s face visibly changed. I added, “And I have a child.”

This time, Trevin’s expression turned particularly ugly. He said, “Actually, you don't need to lie to reject me. You look like you're in your early twenties; how could you be married with children?”

“It’s true,” I said, showing him my pregnancy test results. “I’ve been married, I have a husband and a child, so Trevin, don’t waste your time on me.”

Trevin glanced at the document. He couldn't understand it, but saw the stated gestational weeks. He immediately changed his expression and angrily said, “How could you deceive me? For so long? I thought you were unmarried! You're playing with people, aren't you?”

People around me stared strangely. I ignored them and said to Trevin, “Sorry, and thank you and your aunt for your care.”

“Thank you? What good is that after everything we've done for you?” Trevin glared, picked up his tray, and walked away.

I sighed, feeling relieved. As long as they didn't misunderstand or feel hopeful, I didn't care how much they disliked me.

Chapter 142

When I returned to my rented house, it was 8 p.m. I showered and went straight to bed.

I caressed my flat belly, eagerly anticipating the arrival of my babies. If I had worked on the construction site this whole time, I would have saved tens of thousands by the time the child was due. Then, we wouldn't worry about money for the children. That's great.

I was prepared to call Lavonne. I called twice, but she hung up both times. What happened? Was she still on set? With these thoughts, I didn't dare disturb her again.

As soon as I turned over, Lavonne called me. I quickly answered. Before I could speak, she hurriedly said, “Hey, Devin, did you call again? Didn’t I say I'm not buying a house now? Please don’t call anymore, okay?”

I furrowed my brows. What was this about? Without waiting for me to respond, she rushed on, “And the lighting in the house you showed me was bad. Anyway, I've been extremely busy. Don’t call me again. It's so annoying…”

Chapter 142

“Hey, how could you do this? I can’t believe you, Mr. Humphrey, would casually get someone's number…”

I was startled. Mr. Humphrey? Reynaldo?! Oh my God! Reynaldo was with Lavonne. I couldn’t believe I’d called Lavonne. No wonder she didn’t answer and then suddenly called. Reynaldo must have suspected something and forced her to call.

What should I do? Lavonne’s phone was likely in Reynaldo’s hand; I could almost hear his cold breath. What to do? What to do? If I hung up, Reynaldo would definitely suspect me.

“Esmeralda!”

It was Reynaldo’s voice, chilling as if from hell. He seemed certain it was me, his voice like gnashing teeth, ready to tear me apart.