Chapter 922

He argued with me for a long time, but in the end, he still issued that warning: “At night, you are not allowed to go out to dinner alone with Gilbert!”

Oh, look, a nominal husband who wouldn’t let me touch is now meddling in my personal life.

“Back in the day when I had just married him, even though I didn’t let him touch me, I didn’t interfere with his private life at all, did I? So, as I said, why does he have the right to control me?!”

The pain in my waist and hips brought my resentment to the extreme.

Seeing his gloomy face, he refused to open the car door.

I was so angry that I got out of the car and pushed him hard, saying, “If you want to show your attitude, do it in front of the mirror, not in front of me!”

Reynaldo seemed to have softened at this moment, and he was pushed back a few steps by me in an instant.

He glared at me angrily and said, “Esmeralda, you…”

I was too lazy to listen to him, so I slammed the car door shut and started the engine.

In the rearview mirror was his extremely gloomy face.

The car merged into the main lane, and Reynaldo’s figure slowly disappeared in the rearview mirror.

Chapter 123

Actually, I didn’t know where to go now, I just simply didn’t want to see Reynaldo.

When I passed through an intersection, I turned onto a side road and then parked the car on the side of the road.

I leaned back on the chair, feeling bored, and stared blankly at the trees on the street.

I completely couldn’t understand Reynaldo now. Hate me, but still like to control me. He rejected me, but couldn’t stand to see me talking to other men.

What did he really want?

Thinking back to last night’s scene, I felt a little low and sad.

Damn Reynaldo! I really don’t want to take the initiative anymore. If it doesn’t work, I might as well knock him out and then have a professional doctor extract his sperm?

While lost in my thoughts, I suddenly saw a familiar figure getting out of a car.

I furrowed my brows and sat up straight, looking carefully. The man was seen walking towards a nondescript house on the side.

However, strangely enough, looking at that figure, it kind of resembles Kimberly, doesn’t it? Wasn’t she just taken away by Quentin on set just now? How did she suddenly appear here?

The woman sneaked into the room surreptitiously.

I quickly got out of the car and followed up.

Crossing the flowerbed by the roadside, there was a very small courtyard. Behind the courtyard was a three-story small Western-style building, which looked quite ordinary and a bit run-down.

I walked into the yard and stood in front of the door, looking around. The woman went in, and then the door closed again.

I didn’t dare to knock on the door again. If that woman really was Kimberly, then her sneaky arrival here must have some kind of conspiracy. If I suddenly knocked on the door, wouldn’t it be like ‘beating the grass to scare the snake’?

Should we continue to secretly follow that woman and observe for a couple more days?

I was thinking in my heart when suddenly a hoarse sound of a wooden door opening was heard, and the old wooden door in front of me was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

I was startled and quickly took a few steps back.

Out came a woman in her fifties.