Claimed by My First Love's Brother (by Evergreen) novel Chapter 334

Chapter334

I didn’t know how long I had been walking, but I felt my feet had already gone numb.

There were many moments when I wanted to give Reynaldo a call and ask. him if he could come pick me up.

But I also knew that as long as Kimberly was there, he wouldn’t come out.

Even if I really froze to death on this street, he would not come out.

He would only mock me, saying it took so long to buy a painkiller. He would only interrogate me, asking if I had gone somewhere to fool around. again.

So, why did I bother calling him, disturbing him and Kimberly, inviting his sarcasm and humiliation.

I looked up at the pitch–black sky.

The tiny snowflakes were still falling.

That night was really long.

It felt like it had been a century, but finally arrived at the hotel.

When the heat enveloped in the hotel, I shivered more violently, feeling dizzy.

The receptionist was sleeping.

I staggered and walked silently towards the elevator.

Arriving at the door, I shivered as I searched for the room key in the

pocket of my down jacket.

My hands were already frozen. I couldn’t even hold the room key.

The room card fell on the ground several times.

The last time, I clenched it with both hands, and then tremblingly went to open the door.

With a creak, the door finally opened.

I walked in and leaned against the door with my back.

No sooner had I caught my breath than I saw the man sitting on the sofa.

A touch of irony surged in my heart.

He didn’t even stay in Kimberly’s room watching over Kimberly, which was really rare.

Tonight’s experience was just a nightmare, a good night’s sleep will fix it.

“Also, what about the medicine I asked you to buy?”

I stiffly tugged at my lips, feeling a wave of endless bitterness and self- mockery rising in my heart.

Look, it took me so long to come back, and he indeed suspected that I was fooling around outside.

He never worried about whether something had happened to me outside.

If I had really died at Matthew’s place tonight, he probably wouldn’t have. known, because he doesn’t care.

My eye sockets were very dry and gritty, and even tears couldn’t flow out.

I licked my chapped lips and tried to say the medicine was lost, but not sound came out.

At this moment, I didn’t even have the strength to speak.

My head felt heavy, and all I wanted to do was to sleep heavily.

The man behind, however, was relentless, with a questioning tone, asking one sentence at a time: “I ask you, where have you been hanging out?!”

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It’s just asking you to buy some medicine. If you don’t want to, you can. just say it.