Claimed by My First Love's Brother (by Evergreen) novel Chapter 317

Chapter317

“No problem, just a small matter, don’t worry about it.”

I finished the Shrimp Bisque in the bowl in a few sips and said to him, “Could you please help me pack another portion of Shrimp Bisque?”

When I left the restaurant, the boss insisted on not taking my money, but I still paid him for the three bowls of Shrimp Bisque. After all, this kind of small business is not easy.

Returning to the parking spot, I saw Reynaldo leaning against the car lost in thought.

In the past, he used to smoke a cigarette, but today, he resisted the urge to smoke several times.

I wonder if he really quit smoking for preparing for pregnancy.

A complex feeling flashed through my mind.

I walked over carrying a packing box.

“Why don’t you sit in the car? It’s so cold outside.”

Faced with his iceberg–like face, I tried hard to put on a smile.

Reynaldo stared at me for a few seconds and asked softly, “Have you

eaten?”

“Mm–hmm,” I nodded.

Σ

He opened the car door and said emotionlessly, “Let’s go, it’s already late at night.”

2045

“Wait a minute!”

I hurriedly called out to him.

He furrowed his brows, looked at me coldly, and sneered, “Just tell me, how many times did you make excuses and avoid tonight, how many excuses did you find.”

What ‘preparing for pregnancy,‘ ridiculous to the extreme, in the end, yout simply don’t want to have children with me at all.

Esmeralda, you are a big liar, a despicable big liar.

“I will never trust you again, never trust a word you say!”

Reynaldo shook off my hand, he looked at me with disappointment and hatred, and laughed sarcastically, “Stop pretending to care about me, what kind of woman are you, Esmeralda, I don’t know?”

“I didn’t ask you to…”

You didn’t want me to interfere, but don’t forget, before we left, how your assistant instructed me.

If I really didn’t care about your stomach problem, then I would have become a sinner condemned by everyone.

Mr. Humphrey, no matter how much you dislike me, don’t hurt me like this.”

Reynaldo stared at me coldly, his hand gripping the car door tightly.

I took two steps back without a word, to prevent him from suddenly swinging a punch.

I handed the takeout box in my hand to him and said, “Mr. Humphrey, have some. The taste is really good. I had two bowls.”

“Eating so much, what’s the use? The place that should grow hasn’t grown at all,” Reynaldo snorted.

I pursed my lips in silence.

So, in the eyes of these men, where exactly should be long, and where should not be long?

Under my urging, Reynaldo finally drank the bowl of Shrimp Bisque.