Chapter 62

He fell silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, “You don’t like sleeping with me, do you? Every time, it’s me forcing you, isn’t it?”

I stretched out my arm and fumbled to turn on the wall lamp. As the lights came on, I instinctively closed my eyes. After getting used to it, I slowly opened my eyes and saw Reynaldo staring at me intently. Those eyes were as dark as the sea, making one’s heart skip a beat.

I swallowed and said to him, “You see it clearly, I am not Kimberly, I am Esmeralda, your despised ex-wife.”

Reynaldo didn’t say anything. He leaned on both sides of my body and kept looking at me intently. I was so tense and couldn’t even fall asleep because he was watching me.

Finally, he lay down to the side and said lightly, “Sleep.”

I sighed and turned my head to look at him, only to see him turn away, as if he didn’t want to pay attention to me. I self-mockingly pulled my lips.

He had indeed drunk too much just now and mistook someone.

After Reynaldo caused such a disturbance, I couldn’t fall asleep for quite a while. I woke up only after the alarm clock rang twice in the morning.

Without any surprise, Reynaldo had already gotten up. Remembering last night when he treated me as Kimberly, a touch of sadness flashed through my heart. It seems that he has been staying here for the past two days because he got injured at Kimberly’s place.

I cleared my mind of the cluttered thoughts, quickly finished washing up, and got ready to leave for work. But when I was going downstairs, I unexpectedly saw Reynaldo.

Just like yesterday, he made breakfast again, but today he made less. There was only one sandwich and a few steamed buns left on the table. I was not sure if that was left for me. After experiencing what happened these few days, I will never dare to be presumptuous again.

I carried my bag and walked out silently.

He suddenly called out to me. I paused and turned around to look at him, “What’s the matter?”

He didn’t even look at me and said in a very indifferent tone, “Tidy up the dining table.”

I saw that there was still time, so I obediently went to tidy up the table.

I looked at the sandwich and steamed buns in front of me and asked him, “How are these going to be handled?”

Reynaldo stood up, with his hands in his pockets, and said to me indifferently, “If you want to eat, eat it. If you don’t want to eat, throw it away.”

“Oh.”

I won’t eat anything for free, so I don’t have to go buy breakfast again. I sat down and picked up the sandwich to eat.

He glanced at me lightly and said, “Come back as soon as you finish work, I don’t like waiting for people.”

He walked out as soon as he finished speaking. Soon, the sound of the car engine could be heard in the yard.

I absentmindedly chewed on the sandwich and suddenly felt that the food in my mouth had no taste. I almost forgot that he was going to take me to the Humphrey family tonight and let the Humphrey family humiliate me recklessly.

Every time I think about this, I feel extremely upset. Initially, due to my bias against Reynaldo, I indeed didn’t really care for the Humphrey family, except for Winston.

At that time, when the Humphrey family came to visit my house, I used to avoid them. And, after three years of marriage, I never once set foot in the Humphrey family. They invited me, but I didn’t go. I never attended the Humphrey family’s dinner party.

I remember one time, Reynaldo said his grandmother wanted to meet me, and he asked me to go back with him to see his grandmother. I refused and mocked him and his grandmother. That was the first time he looked at me with cold hostility in his eyes. Although it was just a moment, the contrast between that look and his usual demeanor was too great, and I still remember it vividly.

Actually, back then I didn’t really dislike the Humphrey family, I just really hated Reynaldo, so I had a bias against the entire Humphrey family as a result.

Now thinking back, the Humphrey family must have hated me. They wanted to retaliate against me, humiliate me, and it’s understandable.

With this thought, I felt relieved in my heart. How others treated me naturally depended on how I treated them.

I have never treated him well, so why should he be good to me?

People are interdependent, aren’t they?