Chapter 216

The man leaned back on the sofa, laughing carelessly. I now realize he was truly shameless. He even took a video the night I asked him to solve the problem. Just thinking about it makes me angry.

Seeing my angry face at the door, he smiled lightly and said, “Eat quickly; then we can get things done.”

“Reynaldo!” I just can’t understand why a man seemingly so restrained in his desires harbors such thoughts. His gaze, every time he looks at me, is impure. In simple terms, it’s as if he wants to devour me.

“If you don’t eat soon, your takeout will get cold,” the man gently reminded me.

I took a deep breath and walked over, though I didn't want to be near him. I dragged a small stool and sat down in front of him, opening the takeout on the coffee table.

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I ordered spaghetti. When I opened it, the powder had clumped, and there was no soup left—it was completely dry. I immediately lost my appetite.

Reynaldo leaned back and said, “You eat this? Can you stomach it?”

“Why can’t I?” I retorted. “It smells delicious.”

I opened my fork, intending to show him I would eat it. To my surprise, the noodle lump broke apart too easily. Before I could pick it up, it fell back into the bowl.

Feeling embarrassed, I quickly picked up a piece of beef and put it in my mouth. The meat was tough and not delicious. The man sat on the sofa, staring at me without blinking. I gritted my teeth and swallowed the beef.

Reynaldo grinned and asked, “Was it delicious?”

I nodded and said, “It’s delicious.” After that, I lowered my head and took another bite of the noodles.

Suddenly, a large hand pulled the bowl away. I looked up to see him throwing my takeout into the trash.

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I stood up angrily and said, “Reynaldo, what are you doing?”

Reynaldo stood up and said expressionlessly, “I will take you out to eat.”

“I didn’t go!” Hadn't he already eaten with Kimberly? He suddenly offered to take me out. Was it pity for my having to eat takeout?

Forget it. I don’t want anyone’s pity.

I pointed to the door and said, “Mr. Humphrey, please go back. I’m tired and want to rest.”

Reynaldo’s face turned cold. He walked toward me, his dark, oppressive gaze fixed on me.

“Did you go out to eat with me?”

His voice was calm and indifferent, yet the tone held an irresistible command.

I tugged at my clothes, still wanting to refuse. He leaned close to my ear and smirked ambiguously, “You don’t have to go out if you don’t want to; we can continue what we didn’t finish just now.”

I knew what he meant by “unfinished business.” I glared at him angrily, “Hooligan!”

Reynaldo chuckled and turned to walk outside. I sighed in frustration, grabbed my phone and bag, and followed him.

Reynaldo’s car was parked downstairs. After getting in, he drove in a different direction, avoiding the bustling alleyway and market he'd just been to. After passing through several deserted alleys, the car quickly merged onto the bustling main lane. The city’s prosperity was a stark contrast to the area we’d just left.

I looked at him and asked, “How did you know where the house I rented is?”

“There is nothing in this world that I don’t know,” he said. “So, Esmeralda, don’t even think about hiding again, or else I will really break your legs.” He spoke with fierce determination.

I instinctively touched my stomach. To prevent my baby from being taken away, I had to escape. I anxiously asked him, “Will you really break my leg?”

Reynaldo furrowed his brows and suddenly parked the car by the roadside.

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