Chapter 221

Even if I can deceive him this month, what about afterward? And this month, if he insists on being with me, how could I resist? In an instant, I was completely disheveled.

Reynaldo placed a piece of spare ribs in my bowl and said, “Eat more. Take good care of yourself; otherwise, how will you withstand next month?” He smiled in a dignified manner, as if discussing serious business, rather than this embarrassing topic. My heart was in chaos, and I lost my appetite. I couldn't accept the prospect of frequent hospital visits or intimacy with him this month.

I rushed toward him anxiously, saying, “Reynaldo, don't be like this. Let's talk about having a baby again.”

Reynaldo sipped his drink, raising an eyebrow. “How else do you want to talk?”

“We’re still so young; there’s absolutely no need to have a baby so early. You don’t know how annoying babies can be.”

“But I want it,” he said firmly.

I became anxious. “What do you want a baby for? Your grandmother will likely live to be a hundred; she’s not in a hurry, and you…”

“Enough!” Reynaldo gently interrupted, staring coldly. “You’re repulsed by getting pregnant with my baby because you’re afraid of being trapped and unable to leave, right?”

I held my breath. He was remarkably perceptive. He stared intently, asking in a deep voice, “Was I right? You don’t want to have my baby, is that it?”

“Of course not,” I blurted out in a panic. “Even if there was a baby, I would still leave if I wanted to. How could a baby possibly hold me back?”

Reynaldo chuckled, his eyes filled with mockery and disappointment. He sneered, “See? Ms. Duffy has no heart; she can even abandon her own flesh and blood.” His tone was filled with deep resentment, as if I had abandoned my husband and child.

I pursed my lips. “Anyway, I’m still young and haven’t had enough fun. I don’t want a baby.”

“I’ve said it before; it’s not up to you,” he stated firmly, leaving no room for argument.

I was angry and about to retort when he looked at me intently. “If you say another word, I will make you pregnant right now.”

His gaze, filled with intensity, silenced me. I’d already witnessed his ruthlessness. No matter the situation, he always did as he said. I lowered my gaze, unwilling to provoke him further.

He served me more soup. “Later, I’ll have someone deliver tonics. It would be best if you could conceive this month. Otherwise, you still need to get checked. There’s no use being afraid.”

I bit my lip, feeling extremely annoyed and unwilling to speak. His commanding voice cut across the silence: “Eat!”

I had no appetite. I hung my head, motionless.

“It’s okay not to eat,” he said. “We can go back now and start earlier.”

“Reynaldo!” I frowned. “Besides threatening me, what else can you do?”

“It would make you comfortable!”

I: …

I took a deep breath, enraged. I never realized how shameless he was, how his mind was consumed by such base desires. How could a man who indulged in women and lacked self-control achieve such success? I couldn’t understand it.

Under his pressure, I ate with a heavy heart. The meal I once enjoyed now tasted like wax. By the time we finished, it was almost ten o’clock. The late autumn night was chilling. As we left the restaurant, I shivered. A suit jacket suddenly appeared on my shoulders, his breath and warmth emanating from it. Instinctively, I looked at him.