Chapter 49

I saw Reynaldo sitting on the sofa, looking at me with a cold and piercing gaze. His fingers held a cigarette, with smoke curling around his wrist and enveloping his entire body, making him appear gloomy and suppressed. My heart jumped suddenly.

With a sense of unease and some confusion, I wondered what was wrong with him. Did I do something to upset him today? He was excessive in the morning.

I stood quietly at the door for a while, then searched the whole house for Madisyn and the servants. At this time, Madisyn and the servants were usually busy in the house. And today, the entire villa was eerily silent.

It seemed like he knew what I was looking for. Reynaldo said coldly, "No need to search anymore, I gave them a vacation."

"Oh… Oh…" I breathed a sigh of relief, as long as nothing had happened. The lively villa suddenly became so quiet; I was a little uncomfortable.

Reynaldo was still sitting on the couch, watching me. The cold and oppressive feeling made me hesitate to move or say anything. I suddenly discovered a fact that I didn’t want to admit: that I became more and more afraid of this man. His gaze could send shivers down my spine. It is hard to imagine that such a man was once trampled under my feet and treated with contempt.

He didn’t say anything, and I didn’t dare to say anything either. But I was really hungry; I hadn’t eaten anything all day. I thought I would come back and have a hot meal, but what I ended up eating was his cold and oppressive gaze. I was thinking about whether to go to the kitchen first and make something to eat when the man finally spoke.

"Why didn’t you answer my call?"

I was stunned and quickly said, "My phone ran out of battery."

"No electricity?" He chuckled and got up, walking towards me. As he approached, my heart became even more anxious.

He stood in front of me, looking down at me, his eyes as cold as frost, and said, "Do you know how many calls I made to you today?"

I shook my head. Including the one I didn’t have time to pick up, isn’t it just three?

He raised his hand and caressed my face. Long, slender fingers were adorned with calluses, as well as a hint of intimidating aura. His fingers slowly slid down and stopped on my neck.

As I looked at his sinister face, I couldn’t help but swallow nervously, always feeling like he would use his strong, large hands to choke me. Sure enough, the next second, he closed his five fingers and instantly grabbed my neck. I immediately felt a bit difficult to breathe and couldn’t help but push away his hand, but his big hand remained motionless.

He glared at me fiercely, his voice chilling to the extreme. "Do you hate me that much? You wouldn’t even answer my call?"

"I was at work and didn’t have time to answer your call," I said truthfully.

I really couldn’t understand why he got so angry. Didn’t I just not answer his call? Or, should I say, he got upset with Kimberly again and then took it out on me, making a big deal out of nothing?

Reynaldo sneered, "No time to pick up? Don’t you guys take lunch breaks at noon?"

"L.."

"Or, were you being intimate with another man at that time, afraid that I would interrupt?"

I stared at him in shock. "Reynaldo, that’s enough. Even though I am your lover, I am not just some random woman. Can you please stop constantly doubting me and accusing me for no reason?"

"Doubt you? Accuse you?" Reynaldo laughed mockingly. "Do you dare to say that the company you joined today is not Winston’s? Do you dare to say that you didn’t meet him today?"

I burst into laughter. This man really had a serious illness; his imagination was simply beyond rich. Somehow, this can also be connected to Winston.

I confronted him word by word, emphatically stating, "The company I joined has nothing to do with Winston, and I haven’t met him face to face today either!"

"Huh!" Reynaldo sneered, clearly not believing it. He said, "Esmeralda, you really like to lie, and when you lie, you don’t even blush."

"What I said was true!" I growled in anger, feeling extremely aggrieved in my heart. In the morning, he heartlessly abandoned me, causing me to sprain my foot and almost be late. I was not angry at all, nor did I blame him. Why is he interrogating me again as if I were a criminal?