Chapter 227

He kissed with even more passion than last night, his eyes closed, as if obsessed. Sometimes I was confused. Could he really be so committed to something with someone he despised? Reynaldo appeared serious, gloomy, and forbidding, seemingly uninterested in women. He was crazy in bed. I thought he was tired today, so he would finish soon. I didn't expect him to bother me for nearly half a day. I also don't know when I fell asleep again.

When I woke up, he was gone. Thinking about my odd job, I quickly checked my phone and realized it was past one o'clock in the afternoon. Damn Reynaldo, he was a monster! I dragged my sore body out of bed, deciding to skip the office. From last night until this morning, Reynaldo tirelessly demanded. My main worry, though, was my baby.

The sports car Reynaldo had assigned me was still in the yard; the key was on the cabinet by the front door. I didn't use it, hailing a taxi instead. People are contradictory, Reynaldo especially. I am too, now. On one hand, I wanted more money from him; on the other, my pride prevented me from using his car or asking him directly.

I ate something quickly and took a taxi to the hospital. Fortunately, the check-up went smoothly; the baby was fine and developing well. The doctor told me to continue the pregnancy medication for three months until it stabilized. So, I took a few extra boxes of prenatal vitamins as a precaution.

Walking down the hospital corridor, carrying my medicine, I suddenly saw Anton. Although masked and hatted, I recognized him instantly. He was dazzling, even in casual clothes, attracting attention. Many nurses looked at him frequently. I saw him chatting with a doctor in a white coat.

Judging by the doctor's attire and nameplate, he was at least a director-level physician. I wasn't familiar with Anton, so I was about to leave when he called out, "Esmeralda…" I stopped, startled. He greeted the doctor and approached me. He glanced at my medicine and smiled, asking, "What's wrong? Feeling unwell?"

I hid the medicine and shook my head, saying, "Nothing serious, just a bit weak. I came for some tonic." "Oh…" "And you?" I asked, "How are you here? Filming must be hectic, right?"

He must have been incredibly busy as the male lead. Lavonne, a supporting character in episodes five and six, worked long hours. Anton smiled, "Indeed, very busy. But I have a stand-in for today's performance. I'm attending to something with a friend." "Your friend?"

Anton pointed to the doctor. "My friend. He's the hospital director's son, very skilled, and knowledgeable in several departments. If you need anything, seek his help." "Oh," I said, surprised. "So you have friends in medicine?"

"Well," he said, "I studied medicine too, in the same field." This surprised me even more. "You studied medicine? How did you become a celebrity?"

Anton, masked and hatted, looked at me. His expression was unreadable; his gaze felt odd. After a moment, he said, "I didn't want to study medicine. My first choice was the arts, but a family member fell ill, so I changed course." "Oh…"

Not knowing what to say, I asked, "Is your family member better now?"