Chapter 504

He laughed and said, “You mean Kimberly.”

When I opened up to him this morning, I had actually ignored a very realistic and cruel issue: Kimberly. After this incident, I could confirm that this man liked me. But what about Kimberly? What were his feelings towards Kimberly? If he also had Kimberly in his heart, and now he is with Kimberly, then am I considered as having gone from being his ex-wife to being the third person in their relationship? Thinking about this issue, I felt a little annoyed.

Reynaldo suddenly grabbed my hand. He stared at me without blinking for a moment, and whispered, “What are you thinking, or perhaps, what are you worrying about? Tell me.”

I bit my lower lip and didn’t say anything.

He grabbed my shoulder and said earnestly, “Didn’t you say this morning? From now on, we should be honest with each other. If there’s anything to say, don’t keep it in your heart.”

I sighed lightly and said, “It’s just you and Kimberly… Reynaldo, what would you say our relationship is now?”

“Did you mind her?” the man asked in a low voice, with a slight curl of his lips.

I complained, “Nonsense, I don’t want to be the third party between you guys.”

Before, under the coercion of his power, I became his lover, unable to leave, unable to escape. He could only hide the feelings that unconsciously arose towards her. Now that all those emotions have been opened up, if I want to openly like him, then I must figure out his relationship with Kimberly.

I complained, "Reynaldo, we have already divorced, I…"

“Who said we got divorced?” I hadn’t finished speaking when Reynaldo suddenly interjected.

I was taken aback. “What do you mean?”

The man curled his lips into a slight smile, with a hint of meaning in his smile.

I furrowed my brows and asked in confusion, “We did indeed get divorced, I didn’t remember it wrong, and I even signed the divorce agreement myself.”

“The divorce agreement you signed… I tore it up.”

“What?”

I looked at him in shock.

Reynaldo wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his head in the nape of my neck, and said helplessly to me, “I mentioned divorce to you just to test you. I didn’t expect you to sign without even thinking about it.”

“Do you know how angry I was? The divorce agreement was torn to shreds by me on the same day. You heartless woman!”

I furrowed my brow and asked again, “So you’re saying you didn’t actually want to divorce me, you were just testing me?”

“And you tore up the divorce agreement, so our marriage never really ended, did it?”

Reynaldo buried his head in the nape of my neck and murmured softly, his warm breath tickling my neck. But I was so angry with his "hmm" that I almost couldn’t catch my breath.

I pushed him slightly and said, “Are you sick? Everything was fine, why are you testing me?”

Reynaldo propped himself up on the bed with one hand, leaning towards me lazily, and said, “Just testing to see if you have any feelings for me at all, testing to see if you have any nostalgia for our marriage.”

I stiffly pursed my lips.

That is to say, at the time of the divorce, he liked me and I liked him too. Are we still torturing each other because of his test back then?

I glared at him angrily; if it weren’t for his injury now, I would have fought with him.