Chapter 967

I hugged him and said, "He is my husband," also to please him.

Just now, Kimberly's words had clearly cooled his attitude towards me, making him more distant.

Although I went crazy all night last night, whether I can successfully conceive a third child is still unknown.

So I had to coax him, otherwise if he refused me like the previous few times, then I would really be at a loss.

Thinking about it now, calling him "husband" was indeed purposeful.

I licked my lips and asked him with a lack of confidence, "So, do you not like it when I call you like this? If you don't like it, then I won't do it in the future…"

"I didn't say I didn't like it."

Reynaldo suddenly interrupted me and said with a slightly unnatural expression, "I just think you're a bit strange."

I glanced at him and muttered, "I am your wife, what's so strange about me calling you husband?"

Reynaldo suddenly fell silent, just staring at me intently.

Fortunately, his expression was not as cold, with a hint of complexity in his eyes, seeming to be restrained and sad.

He was probably thinking, "It would be better if I were not his 'mother's killer'."

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The incident from four years ago remains unsolved to this day.

But when I thought of the miniature recorder I had hidden in Kimberly's room, a glimmer of hope still flashed through my mind.

I didn't believe Kimberly could always be so flawless.

The truth always comes to light one day.

By then, there would be no need for such torment between Reynaldo and me.

I looked at his complicated expression and then pulled him to sit by the window.

The dishes in the tray were delicious in color, fragrance, and taste.

I asked him, "Did you make it yourself?"

He was silent for two seconds and nodded.

I picked up the utensils and took a bite; the taste was not bad at all.

Really, you can question his performance in bed, but you just can't question his cooking skills.

Reynaldo sat silently across from me, with his head bowed, lost in thought.

I turned my eyes and lifted my foot to rest on his leg.

He was stunned, looking at me expressionlessly.

I muttered, "My legs are sore, can you help me massage them?"

His thin lips tightened slightly, his eyes darkened again, probably thinking about the madness of last night.

But he didn't say anything, just pulled the chair closer, let my legs rest completely on his legs, and then started massaging me.

I watched him while I was eating.

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But he never looked up the whole time, just earnestly massaged my legs.

In the evening, the setting sun shone through the window, falling on him, casting a soft glow.

The air was quiet, the atmosphere warm, giving a feeling of a peaceful time.

I stared at him for a long time, and something in my heart moved slightly.

It would be so nice if we could always be so warm and cozy.

I shouted at him, "Reynaldo…"

The man paused, raised his head and looked at me.

I said to him seriously, "I know that because of your mother's death, you still harbor hatred towards me in your heart, so we can never be able to love each other and live like a normal couple, right?"

He stopped massaging my legs for a while.

However, it was just a moment, and he lowered his head, continuing to massage my legs.

But his silence also confirmed my previous statement.

I smiled sadly and said to him, "I know you will never believe me without evidence, but the person who actually killed your mother is Kimberly."