Chapter 218

He also called me several times at that time, but it was too noisy in the private room; I didn’t hear him, so I didn’t answer. Later, he caused a scene at the door, and only then did someone inform me that he was looking for me. I remember being quite annoyed. I already disliked him, and he still came to bother me. I simply ignored him and had someone remove him.

Little did I know, after a while, the restaurant staff came running to me, saying they couldn’t get rid of him. He threatened to create a scene in the restaurant if he couldn't see me. I didn’t want to make a spectacle, and I didn’t want him to disrupt Lavonne’s gathering, so I hurried down to persuade him to leave.

However, as soon as I reached the door, I saw him standing outside, looking gloomy. I remember it clearly; that was the first time I'd seen him so despondent since our marriage. His eyes held obvious hostility. I was shocked and asked him what he intended to do. However, upon seeing me, the gloom and hostility vanished. He took my hand and asked me to go home with him.

I refused. Lavonne’s birthday party wasn’t over; how could I possibly leave? But he stubbornly insisted, even holding my hand tightly—it was absolutely terrifying. Lavonne called again, urging me to return upstairs. In the end, I had no choice but to let him come to the party with me.

But his presence significantly affected the atmosphere. He didn’t eat or drink, let alone participate in the games. He kept staring at me. Once, while I was playing games, any slight interaction with a man would cause him to coldly order me home. Lavonne practically rolled her eyes, asking, “Does he have any control over himself?”

Reynaldo didn’t argue with Lavonne or speak to anyone. His dark, brooding eyes remained fixed on me. I couldn’t endure it any longer and went home with him early.

Of course, on the way, I vented my anger on him, hitting and scolding him, and saying many hurtful things. Looking back, it’s clear this man always possessed a cold, domineering nature. His recent success simply allowed him to drop the pretense.

Strangely, despite the restaurant’s treatment of him, and given his vengeful nature, he didn't retaliate against the establishment. Looking back, it seems he was specifically targeting me for revenge. I unconsciously began to wonder if I had truly treated him so badly in the past.

Reflecting on the past, Reynaldo had already led me to an elegant booth. He pushed the menu toward me, saying, “What do you want to eat? Order whatever you like.” I was starving, and knowing the food was exceptionally delicious, I became even greedier. I didn’t bother with pleasantries; I took the menu and ordered a dish I used to love.

After ordering, Reynaldo frowned and asked, “Just one dish?” I subconsciously replied, “Didn’t you already eat with Kimberly?” Every dish was expensive, and I couldn’t eat much; ordering more would be wasteful.

Reynaldo furrowed his brow and took back the menu. He casually flipped through it and ordered six or seven more dishes. I couldn’t help but say, “Don’t order so much; I can’t finish it all. Even if you’re rich, there’s no need to waste like this.”

Reynaldo chuckled and said, “So it turns out you only care about yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“Since you’re having dinner, am I not supposed to have dinner?” Reynaldo said irritably.

I stared in astonishment. So he hadn't just dined with Kimberly; he’d been following me all along? Otherwise, how could he have found my rented apartment so quickly? This man was truly terrifying. Afraid I’d run away, he didn’t even have time to eat with his beloved. Since he also wanted to eat, I’d obediently keep quiet and let him order as much as he pleased.