Chapter337
Reynaldo silently carried me back to bed.
He pulled up the quilt and tucked me in again.
Seeing that he was about to leave, I quickly grabbed his arm.
I clung to his arm, crying hoarsely, “I really don’t want the doctor to come, don’t call the doctor for me… I’m fine..
“Have you had enough of making trouble?”
Reynaldo angrily pushed me down onto the bed.
He shouted at me, “Do you know how hot you are, your feet, if not treated soon, will be ruined.”
“I don’t want a doctor…” I cried, shaking my head stubbornly, “I don’t want a doctor even if I die… You’re not allowed to call a doctor for me, you’re not allowed…”
“Esmeralda!”
Reynaldo took a deep breath in anger, he growled at me, “What do you want, do you think I will feel sorry for you just because you have made yourself half–dead? Will I not punish you?”
“I don’t want a doctor…” I shook my head groggily, repeating the words in my mouth.
In my heart, I couldn’t help but mock myself, I had never really thought about wanting him to feel sorry for me.
17
I still had some self–awareness.
Reynaldo easily brushed me off his arm.
He silently picked up the basin and then went to the bathroom.
I looked at the hazy ceiling. feeling my body and head getting heavier.
I really wanted to sleep.
But what if the doctor comes later?
I clenched my teeth and struggled to keep the last bit of consciousness.
Soon, Reynaldo came out of the bathroom carrying a basin.
He placed the basin on the ground, then picked up a towel and wrung it half dry, and then he lifted the quilt to wipe my body.
I didn’t care about shame anymore.
It’s strange, though.
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