Chapter 582

I pursed my lips and deliberately asked, “What are you going down for?”

“Date.”

Reynaldo smiled and uttered two words; his gentle tone could almost melt one’s heart.

I naturally felt sweet in my heart but couldn’t help teasing him. “We are an old married couple, why bother making an appointment? Besides, the weather is so cold.”

Reynaldo fell silent for two seconds and said impatiently, “Esmeralda, you even find dates too cold. Are you still a woman? You don’t understand romance at all.”

I covered my mouth and laughed until my stomach hurt a little. What to do? I really enjoy teasing this man like this.

“Hurry down and wear more clothes.”

“Okay, I’ll be right down.”

I didn’t want him to catch a cold down there, so I stopped teasing him. I turned around and said to my mom, “I’m going out for a while.”

My mother seemed to have guessed that I was going out with Reynaldo, and she urged me to hurry up with a smile. When she was about to leave, she packed the freshly made ravioli in a food container for me.

Arriving downstairs, just as I stepped out of the building lobby, Reynaldo came to greet me. After I made up with him, the man’s eyes became bright, with no trace of darkness. He wrapped the prepared scarf around my neck, covering my mouth and nose, and put on a knitted hat for me, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. He held my hand, put it in his pocket, and smiled at me, saying, “Still cold?”

I shook my head with a smile. It’s not really cold; it wasn’t cold to begin with. I just said it was cold earlier because I didn’t want to go on a date; I was just teasing him.

I handed him the lunch box and said, “This is ravioli made by my mom; you go ahead and eat it first.”

“Okay.”

The man took the food box and pulled me into the car. The car was much warmer. I loosened my scarf and asked him, “Is your stomach feeling better?”

“Um,” he responded, turning to the back seat to get something.

The next second, a large bunch of roses appeared in front of me. I was stunned for a second, tilted my head, and looked at him, “For me?”

“Um.”

The man nodded and handed me the flowers, saying, “I have never given you flowers before, but today I am giving you some.”

I looked at him, pursing my lips and smiling. Although giving roses is quite cliché, the feeling Reynaldo gave was different. He must have been someone who didn’t understand romance, so it must have been quite rare for him to send flowers like this.

Sure enough, he blushed a little when he saw me laughing all the time. He opened the lunch box and muttered, “Take a look and see if you like it. If you don’t like it, just throw it away.”

I chuckled, “Even if you have money, it’s not so wasteful. It’s such a pity to throw away such a big bouquet of flowers.”

“Do you like it?” Reynaldo ate a ravioli, his eyes looking at me earnestly.

I smiled at him and said, “The handsome guy gave me flowers; what do you think?”

Reynaldo’s face darkened. “What if a handsome guy gave you flowers, would you like it?”

“Hmm…”

As the man’s face grew darker, I could no longer pretend, so I threw myself at him and kissed him.

“Of course not; I only like the ones you give me.”

The man’s face instantly went from dark to bright.