She Killed My Ex

Chapter 82 Caroline’s Change

Chapter 82 Caroline's Change

Though Caroline was annoyed, she was quite aware that what Cayne said was right.

She lowered her head, and Cayne didn't urge her.

After a long while, she raised her head and said, "I have one more request. You can't force me with violence, if you do, I can't dodge it. Mr. Filocci, I think you're clear of it."

"No problem."

Cayne agreed without hesitation. A hint of light flashed across his brown eyes. He thought to himself, "Fool, no violence doesn't mean that I only can't go tough to confine your freedom."

He was much faster than her in speed.

Caroline looked at Cayne doubtfully. She felt it weird because he agreed without hesitation. However, she didn't find out any problems after thinking over their dialogue.

"I'm hungry."

"Come in please." Caroline opened the door of her dormitory and then went to the kitchen to cook like usual.

Cayne directly went to the seat he usually sat in and seated himself. Then he looked at the woman in the kitchen.

As usual, she served a bowl of noodles for him, and he finished it.

After that, Cayne took out a handkerchief and gracefully wiped his lips. They hadn't talked even a single word since they came in, but the atmosphere between them was weirdly harmonious as if

these scenes had happened countless times.

Nonetheless, at this moment, there was a hint of vigilance on Caroline's face.

She didn't speak and just fixed her eyes on Cayne while keeping a distance away from him.

Cayne suddenly stood up, tilted his head to look at the woman who was staring at him vigilantly, and asked, "Aren't you going to send me off?"

"Please excuse me. Mr. Filocci, please close the door when you leave."

"Well, I think your job is about welcoming guests and seeing them off, right? Isn't it the basic requirement for you to see your guest off? Or, Ms. Jameson, do you think I'm not your guest now since you've gotten off work from Royal Club and gone back to your dormitory?"

He continued, "Then I'm afraid that I need to consider if I should come to the club you're working in to meet you, Ms. Jameson."

He was threatening her again!

What a despicable man!

Caroline gritted her teeth with hatred. Cayne could always stir up her hated. She said, "Mr. Filocci, you're right. I can't cold-shoulder my guest even if it's off-duty time. Let me see you off."

Caroline walked forward while saying these words. At the same time, she stared at the man beside her more vigilantly. This man must have something wrong with his mind. Otherwise, why was he so addicted to kissing other people's wounds? Oh, that was wrong. What this man liked was to spread salt on other people's wounds, and he even called this eccentric behavior as "treatment"!

"Ms. Jameson, relax, I promise that I won't touch the scar on your forehead because I'm very tired tonight."

Caroline still doubted his words.

Cayne continued sincerely, "I am a man of my word, so it's definitely not a lie."

Caroline studied her handsome face carefully, only to find sincerity written all over his face. There was no hint of craftiness on it. She heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. Filocci, good..."

Suddenly, Caroline's face darkened.

She snapped, "You just said..."

"I just said that I wouldn't touch the scar on your forehead today?"

"Yep."

Caroline touched her forehead, glaring at the man before her. How could he go back on his words?

He promised her that he wouldn't touch her scar, yet he broke his promise so soon.

"Come on, how would you believe in those words? This only proves that you're so stupid. Don't you know why I try to approach you?"

Cayne spread his hands and retorted to Caroline without any guilt. He looked helpless as if he was saying "You're so stupid".

Caroline felt her palms and teeth itchy. Looking at the face before her, she wished so much to slap him.

"All right." Cayne suddenly reached out, patted Caroline on her head, and said, "It's late now. Have a nice sleep, and see you tomorrow."

Then he left casually.

Cayne was overwhelmed with inexplicable joy.

This woman was more like a living human being.

When he first saw her, he thought she was like a walking dead who could breathe.

In the next few days, Caroline still felt irritated when she saw Cayne at the door of her dormitory every night. She wished so much to slap him.

Cayne kept trying and kept failing, but he still insisted.

Without noticing her own change, Caroline became less sensitive about her scar.

It seemed like she didn't feel as painful as before when Cayne landed his kiss on her scar.

Though the pain still existed, Caroline could grit her teeth to endure the pain of her scar being touched. She would grit her teeth and glare at Cayne when he touched her scar. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Haha, you look so silly. Ms. Jameson, how can you be so foolish? I told you before. Why were you still deceived?"

Caroline gasped for air. She glared at Cayne with her eyes wide opened and said, "You looked bloody just now and you told me you got hurt because you were set up by someone. And you lay at the door of my dormitory, covered with blood. I think anyone who sees that scene would fall into your trap!"

She continued angrily, "Who would joke with his own life?"

She couldn't believe that Cayne would make such a big show just to deceive her to approach him.

And he even prepared many props for this show.

"Come on, you're too stupid." Cayne dusted himself, stood up, and asked, "Did you make noodles? I'm hungry."

Caroline stomped into the kitchen in a fit of anger. She added two spoons of chili to the scallion noodles she served to Cayne today.

"Damn! Do you want to kill me with that chili?"

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Filocci. I might have added the wrong seasoning and it might be two spoons of chili. Please forgive me."

Cayne squinted at Caroline. After a while, he finished the scallion noodles under Caroline's gaze despite he was sweating due to the spiciness.

"I finish it. And I'm leaving." He put down the tableware and strode toward the door.

Caroline's heart missed a beat when she took a glance at the empty bowl. He had finished it.

"Why..." Caroline could tell that it was impossible for Cayne to finish such spicy noodles, and she wanted to ask him why he finished it all.

But in the end, she buried the question in her heart.

There were only two days left before the deadline of their one-month agreement. Caroline put all the cheques given by Cayne during these days on Marissa's table.

"He again?"

Marissa asked in surprise, "That's so much." She abruptly raised her head and asked, "Caroline, what did you do?"

Each of those cheque's denomination was five hundred thousand dollars and it was five cheques in total, which meant that Caroline had earned 2.5 million dollars during this period. Plus with the money that Caroline earned before, it had reached 3.5 million.

"Caroline, did Cayne..."

Caroline interrupted Marissa, "Nope. Marissa, none of your guesses happened. There were only two days left. Though Mr. Filocci would give me five hundred thousand dollars each day, I still lack five hundred thousand dollars. What else can I do?"

Marissa's forehead broke out in cold sweat when she learned that Cayne would give Caroline five hundred thousand dollars each day. She wondered what Caroline had done.

Marissa couldn't believe that a bowl of scallion noodles would be worth five hundred thousand dollars.

She narrowed her eyes to study Caroline and asked, "Callie, what kind of deal are you two engaged in?"

Caroline's heart skipped a beat and she abruptly raised her head to look at Marissa. Marissa knew something when she saw Caroline's reaction. Probably her guess was right.

Knowing that she couldn't keep this a secret from Marissa anymore, Caroline pondered for a while and then told her everything.

However, it only made Marissa much more worried.

"Apparently, Cayne is making fun of you. In his eyes, you're just his prey, just like a mouse to a cat. Caroline, do you understand this? He's just playing with you. Why don't you listen to my advice?"