She Killed My Ex

Chapter 78 Don’t Touch That Part Again

Chapter 78 Don't Touch That Part Again

It was late at night.

Caroline was walking alone on the street of the community. Then, she went up to the second floor, but the light in the corridor on the second floor was broken.

She checked around and thought it was only the corridor light on that floor broken. Then, she cautiously groped and walked upstairs. When she reached the third floor, the corridor light was still broken.

She took out her mobile phone, used the light of the mobile phone to illuminate the path, and groped her way home.

Finally, she reached her unit. Caroline was shocked and said suddenly, "Mr. Filocci, why are you here?"

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

She was speechless. The question she asked was why he was there, and not how long he had been waiting.

"What can I do for you?" Caroline held the key in her hand and she didn't open the door in front of Cayne. She was always so defensive which gave Cayne a hint of excitement.

He felt so good to conquer a prey who was so defensive.

"I'm hungry."

"Huh?"

"I said," Cayne touched his stomach and continued, "I haven't eaten for the whole day and I'm hungry."

She couldn't help but wonder why did he come to her when he was hungry?

Caroline didn't find his explanation reasonable and she was a little puzzled, "Then, you should go to have supper."

"Well, you're right. Therefore, I'm here for supper."

Caroline thought to herself, "Are you coming here for supper? Here? What?"

"Where?"

"My house?"

She rephrased it, "Do you mean that you have been waiting for me to come home and ask me to cook you supper?"

"Yes. You're smart."

That got nothing to do with being smart or not.

"I won't ask you to make me supper for free."

He took out a check and filled in some numbers, "This is for you. I want to have the same noodles that I had last night."

Looking at the numbers on the check, Caroline looked complicated. She couldn't figure out what Cayne was trying to get from her.

She couldn't understand it. When she glanced at the check again, there were two voices in her mind playing tug-of-war.

One said, "Stop seeing him again. Don't take this money."

Another said, "Take it. You need this money badly. Don't you still want to get your freedom back?"

"Ms. Jameson? Ms. Jameson?"

Cayne called her name twice while seeing the woman in front of him in a daze.

Caroline suddenly regained her senses. She lowered her eyes and looked at the check. After a long while, she stretched out her hand tremblingly towards the check.

There was a smile flashed in Cayne's brown eyes. He knew that was her weakness.

Someone used to say that you wouldn't find a woman who loves money or a gold digger interesting.

Cayne didn't care about what the others said. He found that woman very interesting.

She was interesting enough for him to cope with the two months in Lehcaster. As for what would happen to that woman, who was in front of him two months later, he had never thought about it. Anyway, after two months, he would get her successfully and she would be another name added to his list. That was all he wanted.

With a clicking sound, Caroline opened the dormitory's door, "Mr. Filocci, please come in and have a seat. I will get your supper prepared."

She put down her stuff, turned around, and went into the kitchen.

That check was with a big amount. It was another one hundred thousand dollars.

Did that man think that he has so much money and he could squander it?

For no reason, anger welled up in her heart. She found it unfair that she had to do everything that others were unwilling to do to get 5 million dollars and redeem her freedom, while someone could just spend money recklessly!

The noodles were served.

Cayne didn't say anything like the last time. He quickly finished the noodles.

"Mr. Filocci, a bowl of noodles doesn't cost that much money."

She raised her head slowly and asked seriously, "Why?"

"Why are you paying 10 hundred thousand dollars for a bowl of noodles?"

Cayne knew that she wouldn't believe his answer.

He wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "You might not think it's worth it but I think it is. I'm the one who spends the money and I find it well spent."

His tone made him sound like, "As long as I think it's worth the money I spend, I don't need your opinion."

"It's getting late, Mr. Filocci. Let me send you off."

A hint of excitement flashed in Cayne's brown eyes. He found her much more interesting by not just asking him to stay or give away herself to him.

He stood up and walked towards the door. When he was leaving, he brushed her bangs away rapidly and kissed her scar again.

Caroline glared at him and yelled, "Mr. Filocci! I've told you before! Don't kiss my forehead!"

She couldn't help but wonder, "What's wrong with this man?"

"Can't he understand what people say?"

Cayne answered, "I've also told you before. Your wound will rot if it leaves untreated."

"Let it be!" Her mood was fluctuating and her cheeks were flushed with anger! She glared at that beautiful face in front of her and said, "Mr. Filocci, please don't kiss my forehead again!"

Cayne replied with an "oh" softly and said in a playful tone, "If you don't let me kiss your forehead, where am I going to kiss then? Is it here?"

After he finished speaking, he bent over and quickly pecked Caroline's lips with his lips.

Caroline looked complicated and asked suddenly, "Mr. Filocci, does the 10 thousand dollars include this kiss?"

Cayne almost laughed. The woman in front of him looked docile, but she could be wild too. That made him feel even more fun.

"This kiss isn't included. But the kiss on the forehead just now is included." After that man said in a pleasant voice, he left, and waved his hand, "Ms. Jameson, you don't have to send me off. I am very happy today. Thank you for your hospitality."

When Cayne's footsteps were no longer being heard in the corridor, Caroline closed the door.

She touched her forehead and it hurt.

Even though the doctor said that the wound recovered very well and would be cured soon.

Caroline walked into the bathroom and unbuttoned her clothes one by one. Then, she revealed her body under those clothes, it was ugly and thin. It was covered with ambiguous hickey marks all over.

In addition to the hickeys, there were also bruises on her skin that were caused by her rubbing with the bath cloth. Those hickeys were too intense and it was impossible to wipe them all off.

Cayne didn't leave immediately when he was downstairs. He looked up at the window with the light.

He took out a brocade handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth as he walked. He wiped it over and over again. In the end, he threw the handkerchief into the trash can disgustedly. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Deloris once lectured Cayne by saying that he was the one who made himself suffer. As Cayne knew that if he kissed someone's lips, he would feel disgusting. But whenever he changed his prey, he would still perform the same act that disgusted him.

To the others, although Cayne was a handsome and rich playboy, there were still a lot of women who offered themselves to him. They had no idea that Cayne was not what they had thought of. He was paranoid, playful, cruel, and cold-blooded.

The playful Cayne was the most ruthless one.

Cayne parked his car on the roadside. He pulled the door open and got into his car. Then, he pressed the accelerator and left.