Chapter 215

Nowadays, a vast disparity exists between our family and his status. He wants us to vanish from Freybourne—a matter of minutes. So, if he didn't give me the villa as retaliation, how could he suddenly be so kind?

I raised my gaze to meet his pitch-black eyes and asked, puzzled, "Why are you suddenly so kind, giving me such an expensive villa?"

Reynaldo stared intently, his knuckles tightening. He almost tore my collar apart. Buying new clothes isn't expensive! I patted his hand, urging him to loosen my collar.

He suddenly laughed coldly. "Do you want to know the real reason I gave you the villa?"

I was stunned, silently watching him, a flicker of hope unexpectedly arising in my weak heart. I hoped he would say he liked me, couldn't bear to part with me, wanting us to return to that villa, back to three years ago. However, my expectations were unrealistic.

He laughed coldly. "Didn't I tell you? You're just a plaything to warm my bed. If I don't give you a decent villa, how can you warm my bed?"

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I've heard many harsh words from him, but my heart remains vulnerable; it still aches heavily. He glanced at the room and sneered, "This? It's too cramped for me to even work in."

"No! Shame!" I squeezed out, embarrassed. He lifted his other hand, slipping it into the hem of my clothes, maliciously caressing my waistline. Seeing me trembling, he laughed wickedly. "You call me shameless, but have you forgotten how you begged me a few days ago?"

"Do you want me to show you the video of that night?"

"See, a video?" I was so shocked I almost bit my tongue. "Reynaldo, you're shameless!"

"Shameless?" He laughed, a cold, self-deprecating smile. "Do you think I had any face in front of you three years ago?"

So he still bitterly resented the humiliation I subjected him to three years ago. "Including today, didn't you disregard me? So what face do I have in front of you?"

"Anyway, no matter what I did, you always looked down on me, didn't you?"

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He said this while holding my waist, taking a few steps and pushing me onto the sofa. His tall figure loomed over me, dominant and aggressive. I pressed against his chest, alarmed. "Don't do this!"

This man is crazy. Now, almost every time he sees me, he wants to... do that to me. He escaped the office and chased me here. Is his need really that great? Doesn't he still have Kimberly? Or perhaps, only by bullying me does he find ultimate joy and satisfaction? Freakish! This man is so perverted!

He had one hand inside my clothes, the other gripping my chin tightly. He glared fiercely, his breath heavy and stifled. "Seriously, every time I just want to kill you!"

"You... you pervert, shameless!" I trembled as I scolded him.

He curled his lips. "That night, you were even more perverted than me."

"You, you lied... um..."

He suddenly blocked my lips, kissing me fiercely, as if to steal my breath.

"Ah!"

Just then, a cry came from the door. My head buzzed, and I pushed him away. I was so embarrassed. This man, with his ill intentions, hadn't even bothered to close the door. I did order takeout!

I saw the delivery person, embarrassed, saying, "Um, excuse me... Here is your delivery."

My cheeks burned with embarrassment; I didn't dare lift my head. Looking back at Reynaldo, he sat calmly on the sofa, straightening his wrinkled shirt as if nothing had happened.

The delivery person, also embarrassed, shouted, "Hello, here is your takeout."

"Oh, oh..." I awkwardly got up and retrieved it. After handing me the takeout, he awkwardly said, "Sorry for the interruption, remember to close the door next time." He quickly ran away.

I awkwardly closed the door and turned, glaring angrily at the culprit on the sofa.