Chapter 43

But at that moment, as his voice softened, my tears burst forth uncontrollably, no matter how hard I tried to hold them back.

Feeling sad and aggrieved, I bit my lip and silently shed tears.

He leaned in and kissed me, freeing my lips, and sighed, saying, "If you bite again, your mouth will be ruined."

"I don’t need you to worry even if I’m done for!" I muttered, with a hint of a sob in my voice.

He snorted coldly, "You are my lover, every inch of you belongs to me, even a single strand of hair. So, should I or should I not control you?"

I couldn’t stand the word "lover" now. As soon as I heard these two words, my heart sank heavily in pain. Once true emotions were involved, I could no longer see him solely as my benefactor.

I looked out of the window, unwilling to talk to him or even look at him. He suddenly picked me up and brought me to the window.

I was startled and hugged his neck tightly. He lowered his gaze and looked at me, his tone becoming extremely domineering, "Esmeralda, listen carefully, you are not allowed to have any ambiguous relationships with those men anymore, understand?"

"When did you end our romantic relationship?"

He cherished his white moonlight so much, and I really didn’t want to be his punching bag anymore.

Reynaldo’s eyes grew noticeably colder: "Were you so eager to leave me?"

"Can I leave if I paid back those debts to you?" Although I knew it would be difficult to repay him the money I owed, if I could get a definite answer from him, at least I would have a motivation, a goal, wouldn’t I?

However, after I asked that question, his expression grew even darker. He snorted coldly, "Wait until I get bored before we talk."

When he got tired of playing… I looked at him and asked. “Until when?”

He lightly caressed my lips and said in a relaxed tone, "You let me sleep in a few more times, and after a while, I'll get tired of it."

Did you actively let him sleep a few more times? How many times is enough in the end?

Exhausted to the extreme, in no time, I fell asleep from fatigue. After Reynaldo finished, he carried me to the bed.

I vaguely remember that he hugged me from behind, his enchanting voice sounding in my ear, “So, what is your shared secret with Johnathan?”

I was so tired that I didn’t want to answer, but he kept bothering me. “What is your shared secret? Tell me, and I’ll let you sleep.”

But Johnathan and I didn’t have any shared secrets at all; those were all things Johnathan said on purpose just to amuse himself. I said vaguely, “No, there is no common secret.”

But he didn’t believe it, and he kept bothering me even more. I couldn’t hold on any longer and cried incoherently, "No, really, there isn’t…"

At the moment of confusion, it seemed like I heard him coaxing me. He seemed to be saying, "Alright, alright, be good, I won’t ask anymore, I won’t ask…"

I think I must have entered a dream. How could Reynaldo possibly use such a gentle voice to coax me? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The next day, I was awakened by the alarm clock. I had originally wanted to sleep, but suddenly remembered that I had to go to the company for orientation today.

I instantly had no sleepiness at all, and quickly climbed out of bed, but because of the soreness all over my body, I fell heavily back onto the bed.

I touched my phone and glanced at the time, 6:30. Luckily, I had set the alarm clock in advance yesterday, otherwise, after Reynaldo bothering me like that last night, it would have been strange for me to wake up this morning.

Thinking of Reynaldo, I instinctively glanced to the side. No one. That man did get up early.

I endured the soreness all over my body and sat up from the bed. I lowered my gaze and saw that my body was covered in marks.

Sometimes I really can’t figure it out. A man who seems so reserved and serious, how can he be like a crazy person in bed?

I don’t know if he was also this crazy when he did such things with his white moonlight. Oh! I couldn’t think, really couldn’t think.

The thought of him being intimate with his white moonlight made me feel extremely uncomfortable in my heart. No, I couldn’t dwell on these matters of emotions anymore. I had to work hard to earn money.

I struggled to get out of bed and weakly made my way to the bathroom.