Chapter 157
It must be that I didn't rest well, and my eyes were dazzled. I quickly rubbed them, but when I looked again, Reynaldo was still in the mirror. He looked at me with a cold smile, his eyes filled with the familiar sneer and chill.
How could this happen? I had already hidden here; how did I still run into him? My mind instantly recalled his harsh words: "You better hide well. If you have the ability, hide from me for the rest of your life. If one day I find you, I will make sure you suffer a fate worse than death!"
I couldn't help but tremble. The man approached slowly, almost pressing against my back, and his familiar scent enveloped me. I looked at the mirror, my face pale, trembling violently. He was like a ghost behind me, whispering with a cold laugh, “You, you really know how to hide.”
“I… I didn’t hide,” I stammered.
Reynaldo chuckled lightly. He had become much thinner, and an even stronger coldness emanated from his eyes and brows—he looked colder smiling than before. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his voice as cold as ice: “No hiding? Then why did you change your phone number and come here? Huh?”
“I, I was just working here.”
“Work…?” He said the word with deep meaning. He sneered, “Your so-called job is to accompany that man just now? Esmeralda, when did your taste become so poor, huh?”
He actually saw Trevin. So, from the moment Trevin and I walked into the restaurant, it had already caught his eye? I hated it so much! I wouldn't have come if I had known. I never imagined Reynaldo would show up in this shanty town. What's wrong with him? Why did he come here?!
“Speak up!”
His hand came to my chest; every movement of his fingers stirred my nerves. He pressed closer, his hard, hot chest making me feel flustered and overwhelmed.
I grabbed the sink, stuttering, “Wha–what do you want me to say?”
“That man!” His cold eyes narrowed in the mirror, his voice terrifyingly oppressive: “You really can seduce men wherever you go, and your taste keeps getting worse. Is that so? Or is he better in bed than me…”
“Reynaldo!” I couldn't afford to be afraid anymore. I turned and glared at him angrily. I just invited a colleague to eat; why did it become so unbearable when he heard about it? Did he have to always humiliate me like this?
Seeing the tears welling up in my eyes, he sneered, “What? Did I say something wrong? Previously, you were ambiguous with Winston and Anton, and now you’re with this unknown man. Ms. Duffy, can’t you live without a man?”
“Enough!” I was so angry my whole body trembled, tears uncontrollably streaming down my face. Reynaldo glared fiercely, his hand clenched into a fist. His gaze was always cold and menacing, but his gaze towards Kimberly was completely different—always gentle.
At this thought, a sharp pain shot through my heart. I turned away, suppressing my tears, and said coldly, “Regardless, my affairs have nothing to do with you, Mr. Humphrey, and this is not the place where you should be.”
If Mr. Humphrey wanted money, he should wait. I don’t have any right now, but I will work hard to repay him. I never intended to avoid paying him back, but I simply don't have the money.
After I finished speaking, Reynaldo’s face darkened. He almost gritted his teeth, “Mr. Humphrey?”
I looked at him. “Now your status is completely different from before. Even the past me would have to address you as Mr. Humphrey, let alone the current destitute me, right?”
Reynaldo turned away, as if amused, and nodded. “Alright, fine, Esmeralda, you just want to draw a clear line between us, right?”