Chapter 925

I suddenly looked at Reynaldo, full of disbelief.

Really?

With his cold and fierce attitude towards me every time, would he personally cook delicious food for me?

Faced with my skeptical gaze, Reynaldo turned his face away somewhat angrily. He loosened his tie and hummed lightly, “Didn’t I accidentally knock you over last night? So I made you a meal as compensation.”

“Oh…” I stared at him expressionlessly. “There’s no need for compensation. After all, the fall last night was my own fault, right Mr. Humphrey?”

Reynaldo glared at me sullenly, as if too angry to speak. At that time, the angrier he got, the happier I felt.

I smiled and said to him, “Mr. Humphrey, don’t stare at me. Take the kids to eat quickly; be careful not to let the food get cold later.”

“Get lost!” Reynaldo spat out the word darkly.

I snorted and laughed, then turned and left. I got into the car and started the engine. Looking in the rearview mirror, I saw Reynaldo standing at the door with a gloomy expression, with two little ones holding onto his coat, one on each side.

This scene looked like three abandoned father and son, pitiful.

Ugh! What are you thinking about? With Reynaldo’s gloomy and aggressive temperament, as well as his arrogant attitude, could he be the one who was abandoned?!

I rolled down the window and smiled at the two children, saying, “Mommy has something to do and will be back later to be with you.”

“Mmm, Mom, be careful on the road,” the two children kindly reminded me, and in the end, they even shook Reynaldo’s hand, as if signaling Reynaldo to say something.

However, Reynaldo just gave me a fierce look and then turned around and went into the house. The two children stomped their feet in anger, chased into the house, and shouted “stinky dad” in their mouths.

I pursed my lips. Look, even two children can coax people better than him. Looking back now, whether it was four years ago or four years later, Reynaldo always had such a cold attitude towards me, never patiently coaxing me. Thinking about Reynaldo’s attitude towards me these days, I felt very upset. If it weren’t for Essie, the devil would have had a third child with him. It’s really annoying.

There was some traffic around six o’clock, and by the time I arrived at the restaurant, it was already six ten. I hurriedly arrived at the private room reserved by Gilbert. Gilbert was already in the private room, studying the script. The restaurant he chose had a lot of style, and the decoration in the private room was fresh and elegant. Seeing me coming over, he stood up and smiled at me, saying, “Ms. Duffy, you’re here.”

I nodded, pulled out a chair and sat down, apologizing to him, “There was a bit of traffic on the road, sorry for keeping you waiting.”

“Fortunately, I had just arrived a moment ago,” he said, and then instructed the waiter to start serving the dishes.

I took another look at the private room. The private room was very spacious, with calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and two pots of orchids placed in the corner, emitting a faint fragrance. The dining table was square and very large. I sat with him alone on one side, and it felt a bit awkward no matter how I looked at it. Gilbert poured me a glass of water, his hand stretching so far to reach me that I felt a little embarrassed. I busily took the water and said “thank you” to him.