Chapter 225

I rested my head on one of his arms, his other arm draped around my waist. I was tense and didn't dare move. He half-opened his eyes, his voice hoarse and lazy: "What's up?"

I was completely in his arms, unsure where to put my hands. With a slight movement, my fingers brushed his scorching chest. I stuttered, "The alarm rang. It's seven o'clock. I have to go to work."

The alarm still rang cheerfully. Reynaldo lightly furrowed his brows, extended his long arm, grabbed my phone, and silenced the alarm. He held me and lazily said, "Let's sleep a little longer."

I struggled, shaking my head. "No, I have to go to work."

"What shift are you on? That company is mine; I'll give you the day off," he said nonchalantly, his eyes half-closed.

I became anxious. Those people at the company weren't good, especially Kimberly. I'd just started; being absent would invite mockery. Besides, the awkward situation prevented sleep. His arms felt like a furnace; I was uncomfortable.

I struggled to get up. He suddenly pressed my lower back, pulling me into his arms. He frowned. "Aren't you tired?"

I shook my head, noticing the weariness between his brows, wanting to laugh. He knew he was tired. He had no self-control!

I vaguely remembered falling asleep before he finished last night. He deserved it! I deliberately said, "I'm not tired at all; I'm full of energy. Anyway, you're the boss; you don't have to go to the company."

I couldn't afford to be late; I was just a handyman, and lateness would bring criticism. "You go ahead and sleep; I'm getting up now."

Reynaldo half-squinted, glancing at me, his expression lazily intense. I don't know why, but I still felt oppressed. I chuckled. "Don't mind me. Go back to sleep. I'll quietly get up and not disturb you."

"Are you really not going to sleep anymore?" he asked hoarsely.

I nodded quickly. Don't mention sleeping. I didn't want to stay in his arms a moment longer. This intimate contact felt uncomfortable and awkward.

Reynaldo suddenly smiled, the laziness on his face instantly fading. He flipped over and pressed me down.

I was startled, pressing against his chest. "What are you going to do again?"

"You seem really energetic, so... why don't we give it another try?"

I stared in astonishment, unable to speak properly: "Y-y-you... aren't you tired?"

"I am not tired now."

"Reynaldo, you can't do this. You have to exercise self-control; otherwise, you'll eventually fail."

"What's up?"

He smiled, his arm strong and powerful against my side, making my heart tremble. I whispered, "I didn't mean that. I meant I'm afraid frequent occurrences like this might affect your health in the future."

"Then you can give it a try and see if my future body will be weak!" He spoke and lowered his head to kiss me.

I turned my face away, feeling speechless and numb. I felt I couldn't stay with this man anymore. Once together, all he could think about was this.

I suddenly remembered those three years of marriage and how, with such intense desire and lack of self-control, he managed to resist touching me. The key is, back then, I stayed with him in the same room every day. Now, thinking back, the man's cunning and endurance were terrifying.

"Reynaldo..."

The man's enthusiasm came suddenly, and warm kisses rained down. I dodged, my body hunched. "Don't be like this. I really have to go to work. The 20,000 monthly salary you gave me, I can't just take it for nothing, right?"

"Behave yourself, and I will raise your salary to one hundred thousand per month."

I was taken aback and felt a little moved. "Really... really?"

"When did I ever deceive you?" His voice was hoarse and deep, his eyes dark and intense. It seemed as if the fire suddenly surged up, and he felt overwhelmed.

I trembled, still in a dilemma. He kissed her again.