Chapter 631

Back in bed, I surprisingly didn’t feel sleepy, just a little sore all over. I leaned softly against the head of the bed, looking at him.

In the middle of the night, someone called him. He probably thought I was going to sleep, so he ran to the window to answer the phone, deliberately keeping his voice very low.

In less than two minutes, he ended the call and turned to look at me. When he saw me looking at him with my eyes open, he paused for a moment and then smiled, “You’re not asleep?”

“I got up late during the day.”

Looking at his spirited appearance, I was actually quite puzzled. Every time we make love, he is the one who puts in the effort, while I lie there motionless. How come he never seems tired at all, but instead keeps getting more energetic, while I feel sore all over every time? It’s really strange.

Reynaldo didn’t know what I was thinking; he sat down and asked me with a smile, “Are you hungry?”

When he asked me this, I did feel a little hungry.

I nodded and said, “You go cook spaghetti for me, I want two eggs.”

“Okay,” Reynaldo rubbed my head, looking at me with eyes so gentle it seemed like water could drip out of them.

After Reynaldo left, I couldn’t sleep anymore, so I got up from bed, put on a robe, and walked to the window to watch the snow.

There was so much snow in Freybourne this year. The cold wind howled outside the window, snowflakes fluttered, and it made the indoor warmth even more cozy and peaceful.

I suddenly remembered the scene of playing in the snow in the yard with Quentin and Mom when I was a child. At that time, Dad sat under the eaves, reading the newspaper and smiling as he watched us playing around. Childhood was so wonderful, carefree.

But now… Thinking about my mother’s illness, I felt like a huge stone was pressing on my heart, making it hard to breathe.

“What are you looking at?”

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms appeared around my waist. Immediately after, a warm chest pressed against my back. From the silhouette printed on the window, I saw Reynaldo’s gentle, handsome face. He lowered his head and kissed me on the neck, saying, “The spaghetti is cooked, let’s go eat.”

I nodded and turned to walk towards the coffee table. Reynaldo suddenly furrowed his brows.

He grabbed me and stared into my eyes, “Why are your eyes red? Have you been crying?”

I shook my head and said, “No.”

His face darkened suddenly; he pulled me towards him, and a pair of sharp eyes stared at me as if trying to see through me. “Your eyes are so red, have you cried? Can’t I tell?”

I lowered my gaze and held back my emotions without speaking.

He pulled me into his arms and whispered, “Are you once again overthinking my relationship with Kimberly? Or are you still upset about what happened at lunch today? Or maybe you’re mad at me for being too rough just now?”

I still shook my head.

He sighed lightly, cupped my face, and whispered softly, “Have you been wronged? Tell me, I’ll take care of it for you. If it was really because of what happened at noon, then I apologize to you. You can hit me, scold me, but please don’t keep it all inside, okay?”

Reynaldo had never comforted me like this before; his worried eyes and gentle tone seemed to melt the iceberg. I had been holding back my emotions and not crying.