Claimed by My First Love's Brother (by Evergreen) novel Chapter 203

Chapter203

I looked at him with some helplessness. What should I do so that he could be happy and let me go?

I became increasingly unable to figure out his emotions.

He slightly lowered his head, leaned closer to me, and said in a deep voice. “You are awake now, tell me honestly, if it was Winston who saved you back then.”

That night, did you speak those emotional words to him and ask him to help you solve it?

Look, he was secretly competing with Winston again.

This question was just really difficult to answer.

If I nodded and said yes, he would definitely go crazy, maybe even kill me right here.

But if I shook my head in denial, it would mean that I admitted I liked. him, that all I wanted was him. Would he mock my feelings then?

After all, I had those three unpleasant years with him.

I still can’t figure out what he meant by repeatedly trying to force me to admit that I liked him.

Did you want to make sure of my feelings and then use it as a weapon to hit me hard, mock me, and hurt me?

Oh!

After much thought, my mind became a jumble.

I couldn’t figure out this man’s thoughts, and I didn’t dare to guess.

But at the moment, I definitely couldn’t nod and say yes.

Even if admitting my feelings for him meant being mocked by him, it would still be better than provoking him and driving him crazy by doing

this.

Yes, first pacify him, it’s important to keep him calm!

I licked my lips and was about to say what was on my mind, that no matter who saved me that night, I only want you, I only want to be good with you.

But just as he opened his mouth to speak, the door to the president’s office suddenly swung open.

Accompanied by a gentle call, “Reynaldo…

But the sound quickly came to a sudden stop.

I glanced sideways towards the door.

It was Kimberly.

She carried breakfast and stood at the door, dazed.

Those affectionate eyes were filled with a few traces of tears.

Reynaldo did not look back at her.

The man continued to stare at me intently, his hand on my shoulder not loosening even a bit, as if he was still waiting for me to answer the question he had just asked.

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