What should I do when he takes me to the hospital for a check-up in a month? Feeling restless, I still brought him back to the villa before going to my house. I couldn't have him mobilizing people to open the shopping mall doors to buy bed sheets at this time.

The man exited the car, circled around to the back, and opened the door beside me. I dawdled, refusing to get out. He leaned against the car door, smiling. "If you want to experience the car's vibration, you can do that too."

"Reynaldo!" I glared at him angrily.

His smile widened. "Actually, you can give it a try; maybe you'll like it."

I couldn't bear to listen any longer, so I immediately got out of the car. He snorted coldly, slammed the door, and then swiftly picked me up horizontally, striding toward the house. My heart panicked, and I struggled to say, "Put me down! I can walk myself!"

"With your procrastinating attitude, once you're inside, you won't need to sleep all night," he retorted.

The man was exceptionally handsome, with a refined and noble temperament. You couldn't tell he was so greedy and shameless just by looking at him. I silently cursed him in my heart. He suddenly lowered his eyelashes, looking at me and laughing self-deprecatingly. "Look at your unwilling face. Is it really so painful to sleep with me?"

I turned away, unsure how to answer.

He sneered, his tone turning harsh. "You can't refuse! You provoked me first, so you can never escape!"

The fierceness in his tone made my heart tremble. That fierce determination felt like it wanted to entangle us until death. But our first time together was accidental, and at the time, he said nothing actually happened between us. If, from the beginning, I hadn't valued reputation so much and completely cut ties with him, I wouldn't be controlled like this today. Or, how nice it would be if he didn't harbor unrequited love. In that case, I could still obey my heart and bravely pursue him, expressing my love.

But now, knowing he loved someone else, how could I allow myself to continue entangling with him? So I wanted to leave, for the child and for myself.

I remembered when he got engaged to his beloved. I couldn't help but look at him and say, "You're about to get engaged to Kimberly. Is this really okay?"

Reynaldo silently carried me upstairs without a word. I asked again, "What day is your engagement?"

He furrowed his brows slightly. "Who said we were getting engaged?"

I stared, eyes wide. "Isn't it? Everyone's talking about it!"

Reynaldo sneered. "Even if you knew I was going to propose, you didn't plan on being there, so why are you still concerned?"

"What does that mean?" I asked, confused.

He grunted, "It's not interesting." He'd already carried me into the bedroom.

I asked, "Will you spare me when you marry Kimberly?"

He furrowed his brows again and sneered, "Don't even think about it!"

My heart sank completely. He might really want to control me for a lifetime! A lifetime—so long! No, I couldn't; I had to escape, absolutely had to escape far away, so he could never find me.

It wasn't until later that I truly understood the meaning of the phrase, "You never know what life has in store." At that moment, I desperately tried to escape, but it only resulted in him despising me and telling me to get lost.

Soon, he placed me on the bed and pressed his entire body onto me. In a panic, I pressed against his chest and said, "You haven't showered yet."

"Wash together?" he whispered ambiguously in my ear.

I shrank back. "You go first."

Reynaldo smiled, said nothing, stood up, and walked toward the bathroom while loosening his tie. Before entering, he turned back, glancing at me. His words held a smile, but a terrifying warning: "Tonight, don't even think about hiding."