Chapter 40

There was no better option at the moment.

I opened the back door and helped Lavonne up first.

Just as I was about to sit down, a piercing car horn suddenly sounded behind me…

I turned around and, through the car window, saw Reynaldo with a gloomy expression.

Strange, didn’t he go back with his beloved moonlight?

Looking at that gloomy face, could it be that they had a quarrel with the moonlight?

As I was thinking, Johnathan suddenly smiled at me and said, “Esmeralda, Reynaldo is calling for you. Why don’t you take a ride in his car?”

I glanced at the completely intoxicated Lavonne and decisively said, “It’s okay. I’ll ride in your car.”

“Oh…” Johnathan chuckled knowingly, “Well, come up here quickly then.”

I walked towards the car again, and behind me, the horn sounded again, even more urgently than before.

I furrowed my brows and asked Johnathan, “What does he want to do?”

Johnathan chuckled, “Who knows, went crazy, right?”

Johnathan paused and said, “Come up quickly, if you come with me, he won’t go crazy.”

I ignored Reynaldo’s horn and got into Johnathan’s car directly.

Just as I got on, Reynaldo’s car passed by.

He gave me a very cold and icy look, which made my heart inexplicably panic.

I was very puzzled about what he was angry about.

Even if he had a fight with the moonlight, he was in a bad mood, so why did he glare at me?

I didn’t offend him.

All the way, my heart felt suffocated, and before my eyes was the man’s icy gaze.

It seems that every time he had an argument with his beloved, he couldn’t bear to show his anger to her, and then he would come to me to vent.

Thinking about this, a sour feeling started to rise in my heart.

I took a deep breath and looked out of the window, but I still felt deeply frustrated.

Johnathan suddenly glanced at me and said, “What’s wrong? Do you have something on your mind?”

I pursed my lips and asked him, “Do you also know Ms. Palmer?”

Johnathan paused for a moment before realizing, “Are you talking about Kimberly?”

I didn’t speak.

Johnathan laughed and said, “Of course I know her, Reynaldo introduced her to me several years ago.”

So, Reynaldo and Kimberly have known each other for many years, right?

I felt increasingly suffocated in my heart.

I remained silent.

Johnathan glanced back at me and said, “Actually, you don’t need to compare yourself to her. You are different from her, or more accurately, in Reynaldo’s heart, you are completely different from her.”

I mocked myself in my heart.

Of course, things were different. One was his beloved moonlight, and the other was his despised mistress.

How could these two be the same?

Johnathan said again, “However, although Kimberly means something different to him, she is really important to him.”

He was willing to sacrifice even his life to save Kimberly.

Can you even disregard your own life?

Ha!

How much love was there?

I stared blankly at the night scene outside the window, and a mist of tears unknowingly welled up in my eyes.

After Johnathan had sent Lavonne home, he had his driver take me back as well.

This man, although he loved to play and tease people, was not a bad person.

When I returned to the villa, Madisyn and the others had already gone to bed, but they left the door open for me.

Back in the room, I wearily leaned against the door panel, still pondering how much Reynaldo loved his moonlight.

Suddenly, a faint smell of smoke wafted through the air.

I furrowed my brows and lifted my head, only to see a flicker of spark by the window.

My heart trembled for a moment.

Reynaldo?

I hurriedly went to turn on the light.

As the lights came on, I immediately saw Reynaldo sitting by the window smoking. His face was so gloomy that even a single glance made me feel like the Grim Reaper was urging for my life.

There were several cigarette butts in the ashtray on the table.

It seems that he had been smoking for half a day there.

Knowing that he had quarreled with his beloved and was in a bad mood, I didn’t dare to provoke him either, so I silently turned around and prepared to leave.

“Stop!”

Suddenly, a man’s deep voice sounded from behind.

I stopped in my tracks uncontrollably and turned around to look at him, “Do you… do you have something to say?”

Reynaldo also remained silent, fiercely smoking his cigarette, with a visible aura of hostility between his eyebrows.

My heart tightened.

It seems that he had a big argument with his beloved this time.