Chapter 337
Reynaldo silently carried me back to bed. He pulled up the quilt and tucked me in. Seeing he was about to leave, I quickly grabbed his arm. I clung to him, crying hoarsely, “I really don’t want the doctor to come. Don’t call the doctor for me… I’m fine.”
“Have you had enough of making trouble?”
Reynaldo angrily pushed me down onto the bed. He shouted, “Do you know how hot you are? Your feet, if not treated soon, will be ruined.”
“I don’t want a doctor…” I cried, shaking my head stubbornly. “I don’t want a doctor even if I die… You’re not allowed to call a doctor for me, you’re not allowed…”
“Esmeralda!”
Reynaldo took a deep breath, his anger evident as he growled, “What do you want? Do you think I will feel sorry for you just because you’ve made yourself half-dead? Will I not punish you?”
“I don’t want a doctor…” I mumbled, shaking my head groggily.
In my heart, I couldn’t help but mock myself. I had never really wanted his pity. I still possessed some self-awareness. Reynaldo easily brushed me off. He silently picked up the basin and went to the bathroom.
I looked at the hazy ceiling, feeling my body and head grow heavier. I really wanted to sleep. But what if the doctor came later? I clenched my teeth, struggling to maintain consciousness.
Soon, Reynaldo returned from the bathroom carrying the basin. He placed it on the ground, picked up a towel, wrung it half-dry, and lifted the quilt to wipe my body. I didn’t care about shame anymore.
It’s strange, though. I used to wear clothes, and whenever he looked at me, his eyes burned. Yet, now, naked before him, there was no trace of desire in his dark eyes. He had a little conscience, knowing I couldn’t bear his torment in this state.
The warm towel felt comfortable, but soon, the burning sensation returned. I still felt cold and shivered. Reynaldo rubbed my body, saying in a deep voice, “You must be freezing, running a high fever. Just hold on a little longer; the doctor will be here soon.”
“I didn’t want to!” I shouted with effort. “I said I didn’t want a doctor, I didn’t want…”
Reynaldo’s face turned cold, anger flashing in his eyes. “Have you been willful enough? Do you think I want to control you?!” “You followed me out; if something happens to you, how will the media report on me?”
I bit my lip, tears blurring my vision as I looked at him, feeling physically and emotionally uncomfortable. I struggled, saying, “Then don’t mind me… you go out, go and accompany Kimberly, you go… just go…”
“Esmeralda!” He’d shouted my name countless times. He pressed my shoulder, his face full of hostility. He gritted his teeth and said, “If you don’t want to die, then shut your mouth!”
“I have never seen a woman who is as disobedient as you,”
When people are sick, their hearts seem particularly fragile. I watched him, rage burning in his eyes, feeling bitter and heartbroken, tears constantly welling up. Reynaldo stared at me intently.