Chapter 795

He knew nothing. He just knew "hate me, torture me!" Was this what he called love?

At that moment, sadness and grievance surged in my heart. I turned my head, avoiding his kiss, tears kept falling down.

Reynaldo propped himself up and stared at me with a deep gaze, "Want me to touch you?"

I bit my lip and didn’t say anything.

"Don’t..."

He rubbed my waist and laughed coldly, "But who let you come back? I said I couldn’t hurt you, but I definitely won’t let you go."

With that, he firmly grasped my chin and forced me to face him.

I looked into his eyes filled with deep hatred and said hoarsely, "Reynaldo, you will regret this."

When he found out that all those evil things were done by Kimberly, he would definitely regret treating me like this now, definitely!

Knock, knock, knock…

Just as I was at a standoff with him, a sudden knock on the door broke the ambiguous and charming atmosphere in the room.

Reynaldo’s eyes darkened. He looked at me deeply for a long time, and finally spoke when the knocking sounded for the third time, "What’s the matter?"

Braylon respectfully said at the door, "Mr. Humphrey, Mr. Roderick, and Miss Estelle followed Quentin."

Upon hearing this, my heart tightened and I quickly tried to stand up.

Reynaldo grabbed my shoulder and asked in a deep voice as he looked out the door, "Didn’t I tell you to go to the amusement park? Why did you end up going with Quentin?"

"Quentin told the two little ones that he was their uncle and even showed them a photo of him with their mother. The two little ones were curious about this uncle, so they went with him."

"Got it," Reynaldo said lightly towards the door.

But I was feeling a little anxious in my heart. Quentin wouldn’t harm these two children, but that doesn’t mean Kimberly wouldn’t. I had to go to Quentin’s place as soon as possible to bring the children back.

I pushed Reynaldo hard and hurriedly got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. I only had that set of wet clothes, so I endured the discomfort and put on the soaking wet clothes.

The next second, a set of clean clothes was suddenly thrown over.

I looked up and saw Reynaldo leaning against the bathroom door, looking at me coldly. These clean clothes are still my old clothes; he didn’t throw them away.

I didn’t think much, quickly putting on the clothes. Just now, I was struggling a lot, my legs were a bit weak; leaning on the sink, I barely managed to put on my pants.

After getting dressed, I didn’t look at him and hurriedly walked outside with my eyes downcast.

As he passed by me, he suddenly grabbed me. He smiled coldly at me and said, "What, because Quentin accused you back then, you don’t let the children get close to him?"

The false accusation by Quentin back then has always been a pain in my heart. I don’t care when others falsely accuse me, but it just so happens that the person is my own brother who has loved me for over twenty years. Who can understand that kind of pain?

Four years ago, the disaster surged back. Reynaldo stared at me coldly, his eyes filled with deeper hatred. He clenched his fingers as if he wanted to break my wrist. A touch of indescribable bitterness welled up in my heart.

I suppressed the pain in my heart, approached him, and sneered at him, "I said, if you hate me so much, then just kill me."