Chapter 202

His fingers were like fire; wherever they touched, they ignited a scorching sensation and tremor. I held his hand and glared at him with annoyance. “Reynaldo, you said you would let me work!”

“Pleasing me is also considered work, and I will not skimp on the compensation I give you!” He spoke casually, clearly with a hint of humiliation. I knew it; his so-called ‘work’ wouldn’t be that simple.

He kissed my neck, his suppressed voice carrying a hint of coldness: “Tell me, when you were working as Winston’s secretary, did he ever do this to you?”

“Reynaldo, can you please stop thinking of everyone as so dirty?” I glared at him angrily.

He sneered, “Dirty? Then you haven’t seen anything dirtier.”

He spoke and unexpectedly bit my neck, as if venting his anger. I pushed him painfully and said, “You’re a dog!” He looked at me, his eyes filled with terrifying gloom.

Suddenly, I remembered his cold and bloodthirsty appearance yesterday, and my confidence waned. I leaned back against the table, tilting my upper body backwards, trying to create some distance between him and me. I watched as the ferocity between his eyebrows grew, and I increasingly felt that this man was like a madman. Could it be that he had schizophrenia? I pursed my lips, trying my best not to annoy him.

He suddenly grabbed the back of my neck, leaned in, and smirked coldly. “I remember back then, you were working at Winston’s, full of joy, while I, on the other hand, had a face full of impatience.”

But what can be done? Even if you don’t want to, you have to obediently stay with me! He finished speaking and immediately kissed my lips, as if he had gone crazy. I pushed him with a startled heart. He really went crazy. This is the office; someone could come in at any time!

Feeling my resistance, Reynaldo let go of me and stared fiercely. In his dark and brooding eyes, there was clearly a strong sense of hatred. My heart tightened suddenly. Why does he seem to hate me more and more, but I haven’t done anything wrong?

The documents on the table were suddenly swept away by him, and he laid me down on the desk. I panicked. “Reynaldo, you’re crazy!”

The man lay on top of me and whispered, “Can we do it again, like that night?” Even if what you said to me that night was all lies, I still want to hear it again. I had barely had time to ponder the meaning of his words when the man’s kisses rained down upon me. I struggled in panic, not wanting any interaction with him in this place. Especially that day, the doctor had also advised me not to engage in sexual activities during this period. Thinking about the risk of miscarriage my baby had, I became even more panicked and struggled more intensely.

Reynaldo stopped, lifted his head, and looked at me. He squinted his eyes coldly, his voice icy and hoarse, “Don’t want to?” I bit my lip and nodded. Naturally, he was unwilling, and he didn’t even bother to see what kind of place it was. This man, really, on the surface he appears pure and indifferent, with a cold and ruthless demeanor, but in private he is crazy as hell, getting excited about everything.

Seeing me nod, Reynaldo suddenly chuckled lightly, his laughter tinged with self-deprecation. He said coldly, “That night, I shouldn’t have helped you.”

Listening to him mention that night, I was reminded of how I had desperately begged him for affection, and my face involuntarily flushed with embarrassment. And listening to his tone, there was a hint of resentment, as if he was blaming me for burning bridges.

I looked at his angry face and said, pursing my lips, “I didn’t want that to happen that night; if only there was another way…”

“Are you saying that as long as there are other men?” Reynaldo chuckled coldly. “As long as there are other men, you won’t need me anymore, right?”

I frowned deeply; why does he always think like this? Whenever there was another man, I would directly ask that man to take me to the hospital and spend the whole night with him.

I was still lying on the desk, and he had unbuttoned several buttons on my chest, exposing more than half of my bra. I felt embarrassed as I recalled it, but he stubbornly held onto my shoulder, his gaze fiercely fixed on me.

“Tell me, whenever there is another man, you don’t need me anymore, right?”

“Reynaldo, could you please stop messing around?”