Claimed by My First Love's Brother (by Evergreen) novel Chapter 862

Chapter 862

If he had believed me, he wouldn’t have treated me like that four years

ago.

My body suddenly felt weak, and I leaned softly against the bathtub.

The hot steam in the bathtub kept coming in waves, making my head feel dizzy and confused.

I really wanted to sleep..

I closed my eyes and let drowsiness engulf my consciousness.

Suddenly. Reynaldo seemed to have said something, with a very indifferent tone..

He seemed to be saying, “Have you heard the story of The Boy Who Cried Wolf? People who lie often are destined to not be trusted.”

Is it?

So in his mind, I was always a person who told lies from beginning to end, to the point that he wouldn’t believe anything I said anymore.

As I was about to drift off to sleep.

His body was suddenly lifted up by Reynaldo.

Immediately, he took the towel from the side and wrapped it around. me, saying to me without any tone, “Go to bed.”

“Oh…”

I responded drowsily, feeling him pick me up again and carry me

outside.

Coming out of the bathroom, he asked me again, “Which one is your

room“?”

Which one is my room?

I didn’t know, did I?

I couldn’t remember.

Seeing that I didn’t speak, he carried me to the center of the living room, made me face those few rooms, and asked, “Which one is your room?”

I looked over dazedly and finally pointed towards the window by the ground.

Reynaldo didn’t say anything and silently carried me to the room.

He seemed afraid that I might have mistaken the room, so he opened the cabinet and took a look.

After making sure that the clothes in the cabinet were all mine, he turned back and said to me lightly, “You go to sleep. I’ll go get some medicine to treat the wound on your head.”

“Oh…”

Watching him leave, my mind was once again in a state of confusion.

Before long, he walked in carrying a small bag.

I groggily opened my eyes and immediately saw his prominent abs.

A thought suddenly popped into my head: “Are those male models‘ abs really as good–looking as his?”

2031%

Just then, Reynaldo walked over

He sat on the edge of the bed, with no excess fat on his stomach and waist, looking very strong

As if possessed, I reached out and touched his abdomen again.

He suddenly laughed and smirked at me, saying, “Isn’t it said that my abs are not good–looking, not as good–looking and touchable as male models?”

“Um… there were no male models, so I had to make do.”

Reynaldo sneered, “You are really obsessed with abs, so obsessed that you are willing to settle.”

I didn’t say anything, poking my fingers on his abdominal muscles.

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