Chapter 583

He poked at the ravioli in the food box uneasily and said, “It’s fine if you like it, I’ll bring something else next time.”

I deeply smelled the fragrance of the rose and asked him, “How many times have you given flowers to the opposite sex?”

“The first time.”

Reynaldo buried his head in the food box, eating ravioli, and replied to me.

My lips unconsciously curled up, and for a moment, I felt a hint of sweetness in the fragrance of the flowers.

Reynaldo quickly finished the ravioli.

He put away the lunch box and said to me, “Remember to thank Mom for the ravioli later.”

“Um.”

I nodded heavily, feeling a little guilty about how we used to treat him in our family.

I asked him, “Don’t you blame us?”

Reynaldo was taken aback for a moment, “What’s wrong with you guys?”

“It’s just that my family and I used to treat you like that before, I…”

Reynaldo shook his head with a smile and finally said to me self-deprecatingly, “Do you believe that, in those three years at your house, I was much happier than I was at the Humphrey’s house?”

My heart suddenly skipped a beat, a touch of sourness passing through.

When he was at my house, he was constantly being bullied by me and Quentin.

My dad didn’t give a good face to my mom either.

And so, he felt happier than he had ever been at the Humphrey’s house, indicating what kind of days he had spent there.

Suddenly, I felt very sorry for this man.

I regret not being nicer to him back then.

Fortunately, I have made up with him now. From now on, I must, must be extra nice to him!

“Reynaldo…”

I held his hand tightly.

He instantly tightened my hand and held my fingers tightly.

He smiled at me and said, “Don’t look at me with such a pitying look, you’ve always treated me as a bad guy, look at me with the eyes of someone looking at a bad guy.”

“Reynaldo…” I shook his hand in frustration, this man, bringing up old grievances again.

Reynaldo tightened my hand and looked at me with deep eyes, saying, “Now that I have you, I feel like the happiest person in the world.”

This man, although not very good at sweet talk.

But even so, as I listened, my heart was filled with sweetness.

Reynaldo drove me to a high-end restaurant.

I saw that there was no one in the restaurant, and I thought it was because of the snow that there were no customers. It turned out that Reynaldo said he had rented out the whole restaurant.

I laughed and said to him, “Why did you book it? Such a big restaurant just for the two of us, it feels so empty.”

Reynaldo gave me another glance and said, “Since it’s a date, it should be quiet, just the two of us."

I nodded and smiled, “Okay, okay, it’s up to you.”

Don’t say Reynaldo isn’t good at dating, isn’t very romantic, in fact, I’m not good at these either.

This was my first real date with a man, and the person was my husband who had been married for almost four years.

I was about to find a seat to sit down casually, when Reynaldo suddenly pulled me to the seat by the window.

The window was a floor-to-ceiling transparent glass window, offering an unobstructed view of the night scene outside.

This was the first snow of the year in Freybourne, and even though the weather was cold, the streets were filled with people.