Claimed by My First Love's Brother (by Evergreen) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Reynaldo stared at me coldly, the brightness in his eyes gradually fading away, leaving only coldness and resentment.

He said word by word, “If it’s Winston’s child, you would be willing to give birth, right?”

“Can you please not involve him?” I groaned helplessly.

Now I increasingly feel that I couldn’t communicate with him anymore.

It seems like no matter what we say, he always has to bring up Winston.

Even though I used to like Winston before, that was before I got married to him.

How long has it been since all of this happened? I don’t have any feelings towards Winston anymore, why does he always have to bring it up?

Now I feel like Winston was a thorn in his heart.

But can you put it there?

The person he liked was Kimberly, huh? Was he always holding onto my and Winston’s past things?

Reynaldo stared at me intensely, breathing heavily, and a surge of hostility churned in his eyes.

He suddenly sneered coldly, “You don’t want to have a child for me, huh? Well, I insist that you do! In this lifetime, you can only give birth

Chapter 79

to me!”

I glared at him angrily and said, “Can’t you stop being so domineering? You always act like you’re sick.”

“Yes, I was sick. I have been sick since we got married,” he chuckled lightly, his eyes filled with determination.

I watched him with a startled heart, feeling that this man’s emotions. were too unstable, always getting angry at the slightest provocation.

I felt that I would be killed by him sooner or later.

It lasted for over an hour before it finally ended.

He lay on top of me, breathing heavily, without saying a word.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, unable to cry.

In the previous few times, at least he would take some measures.

But this time, he had deliberately intended for me to get pregnant.

Anyway, I would never have a child with him.

If… If I accidentally got pregnant, I wouldn’t want it either!

The room was quiet and silent, filled with the scent of tranquility.

He didn’t move, nor did he speak, he just lay quietly on top of me.

I was being pressed by him so hard that I couldn’t breathe, and I couldn’t help but move a little.

He suddenly grabbed my waist and whispered, “Don’t move!”

I dared not move a muscle as I saw his eyes still terrifyingly dark and

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