Though Grace was annoyed, she was quite aware that what Cayne said was right.
She lowered her head, but Cayne still remained patient.
After a while, Grace raised her head, “I have one more request. You can force me with violence. Or I can’t even have a choice. You should know that, Mr. Filocci.”
“No problem.”
Cayne agreed without hesitation, ‘Fool, no violence doesn’t mean that I can’t go tough.’
His action was much faster than her.
Grace looked at Cayne with doubt. She felt it weird as he agreed without hesitation. But she couldn’t figure out any flaw of their conversation.
“I am hungry.”
“Come in.” Grace opened the door of her dorm. As usual, she started to cook in the kitchen.
And then she served a bowl of noodles for Cayne. Then he finished the food soon.
Cayne took out a piece of handkerchief to wipe his lips gently. The two hadn’t talked even a single word since they came in, but it seemed somehow quite harmonious.
However, Grace started to get alert.
She kept silent, staring at Cayne and kept a distance away from him.
Suddenly, Cayne stood up, tilted to watch the alert woman, “Aren’t you not going to see me out of your door.”
“No, Mr. Cayne, please close the door when you leave.”
“Well, I think the job you served should require you to see your guest out, right? Or do you think it is not your duty since it is off work time? So i am not your guest?”
“Then I am afraid that I need to meet you in the Royal Club.”
Another threat.
Grace gritted her teeth out of anger, “You are right, Mr. Cayne, though it is off duty time, I still have to serve you as my honorable guest. Let me see you out, Mr. Cayne.”
Grace stepped forward as she spoke, but she kept her eyes on this man alertly. He was really a freak who was addicted to suck her wound and even sprinkle salt on it, and he even called his eccentricity “cure”.
“Relax, Mr. Grace, I promise you I am really tired tonight and I won’t touch your wound on your forehead.”
Grace still remained vigilant, but Cayne said sincerely, “I am a man of my word. I won’t lie to you.”
Grace stared at his attractive face, but she could only notice his sincerity without any cunning. She breathed a sigh of relief, “Then, see...you...”
Suddenly, Grace’s face darkened!
“You just said...”
“I just said I would not touch the wound on your forehead today.”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
Grace touched her forehand and glared at this man.
How could he go back on his words!
“Wow, you even believe that I will keep my words? You are so stupid. Can’t you notice the reason I get close to you?”
Cayne behooved his lie.
Grace was a bit irritated, and she had the urge to slap his face.
“Alright,” suddenly, Cayne reached out his hand and patted on Grace’s forehead gently, “It is getting late now. Have a nice sleep, good night.”
Then he left casually.
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