Chapter 966

I was really sore and weak all over. With just one push from him, my legs went weak, and I was about to fall. Before he reached out to pull me, I had already grabbed onto the door frame. He pursed his thin lips and silently withdrew his outstretched hand. I leaned against the door frame, quietly watching him.

Last night, he was so crazy with me. As soon as I mentioned his pants, he didn’t recognize anyone and turned into such a cold and distant look. There was some anger in my heart, but more of it was helplessness and sadness. He probably didn’t want this either, but the death of his mother was ultimately a chasm in his heart that he couldn’t cross. He looked at me deeply, and the repression and contradiction in his eyes were still evident.

For a long time, he said to me lightly, “Let’s eat.” With that, he carried the tray into the bedroom. I glanced at his cold back, sighed, and followed him.

The man put down the tray and was about to leave. I hugged him tightly.

He furrowed his brows, gently pushed me away, and spoke in a calm tone that didn’t reveal any emotion, “Kimberly is not here right now, and you don’t need to use this tactic to provoke her anymore.”

Alas, why does this man always speak so unpleasantly? I shamelessly wanted to snuggle into his arms. He held my shoulders and wouldn’t let me get close. He emphasized to me again, “I told you, Kimberly is not here, you don’t have to…”

“Is it only when she is here that I can be close to my own husband?”

When I said this, Reynaldo was stunned and looked at me with that unfamiliar look in his eyes. Actually, I feel quite unfamiliar with myself now. I used to not have such thick skin. I really couldn’t stand being with Johnathan for too long. Look, now both Vonnie and I have thickened skin.

However, strangely enough, Reynaldo and Johnathan were good brothers for many years. Why didn’t Reynaldo learn the art of thick skin from Johnathan?

In a puzzled moment, Reynaldo muttered, “Do you have another conspiracy?”

As soon as I heard the word “conspiracy,” I started to get a little angry. I sneered at him, “You said before that I was flirting with you and wanted to sleep with you—it was a plot against you. Did we go crazy all night last night? Did you discover my conspiracy? Did I steal something from you, or did I poison you? ‘Conspiracy, conspiracy’ just came out of your mouth.”

“But why did you suddenly call me ‘husband’?” Reynaldo asked, feeling a bit awkward.

That “innocent” appearance really makes it hard to imagine the wild energy he had in bed. Is it true that the more refined and elegant a man looks on the outside, the crazier he is in bed?

With his mind wandering, Reynaldo suddenly approached me and asked again, “Why did you suddenly shout at me?”

“Why else?” I frowned at him. “Are you not my husband? Or do you not want to be my husband?”

Reynaldo pursed his lips, and my gaze suddenly became a little deep, even a bit bitter. He said, “You never used to shout at me like this before.”

“That was in the past,” I said.

“Why are you willing to shout now?” Reynaldo approached me again, his eyes intense and deep. He stared at me in such a way that I was a little afraid to meet his gaze.

Because, actually, calling him her husband just now was indeed to provoke Kimberly.