She Killed My Ex novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70 Remember That My Name Is Cayne

"Huh?" That man looked surprised and he stared at the woman, who was on the side of the road.

The light was dim. The woman was standing under the street light which made her shadow look bleak. He almost thought that the person standing under the street light was an elderly who had gone through years of hardships. Her appearance and every strand of hair seemed to show the vicissitudes of the years of suffering.

That made him keen to know her more. He would like to know what kind of woman was she. Why would she look like she was already dying at that young age?

"There are only some noodles, green onions, and eggs in the dormitory. I can't offer you anything better."

The rough noise caused by the night wind faded into the air. Suddenly, the man in the car understood something. It turned out that woman, who was standing alone under the street light was thinking about what she could offer him all the time so that he would pay her tips.

After she thought for a long time, she mentioned there were only those left at home, and she couldn't come up with anything better to offer him.

Suddenly, the man found the stack of banknotes in his palm irritating. He glanced at those notes from the side of his eye which didn't mean much to him. But that woman spent so much time thinking of the things that she could offer in exchange for those banknotes.

Although a bowl of noodles wouldn't cost that much while he got it somewhere else.

The man in the car stared at the woman under the streetlight for a long time. Then, he said slowly, "Okay."

On a rare occasion, he pushed the door open and got out of the car. Then, he walked around to the passenger seat and opened the door for her.

"Where is your dormitory?"

"Go forward. I will show you the way. Drive slowly, Sir."

The car was moving forward. Then, it turned left at the intersection. After a while, it stopped in an old neighborhood.

After they got out of the car, the man frowned and said, "You live here?"

"Yes and this place is nice." She was very satisfied as long as she had a place sheltered from the wind and rain. On the day she was released from prison, what she was worried about the most was not what would happen in the future or what job she could get in the future. The moment she walked out of the prison, she was thinking to herself, "I won't go back to the cell tonight. Where should I sleep?"

After they went upstairs, she took out the key. The key was brand new. It was the new key assigned to her after the company's staff changed the lock of the dormitory door a few days ago.

With a clicking sound, the door opened. When she pushed the door, some creaking sounds were heard from that old door. She said, "Sir, please come in."

Caroline wasn't very talkative because she found her voice very unpleasant.

"Please have a seat." She put down the things in her hands, turned around, and entered the kitchen. She put on a plain apron. It wasn't in the pastoral style that young people would normally use those days. Her apron looked old-fashioned and ugly.

The man found a place where he could see into the kitchen and sat down.

That woman wasn't very good at her hands and feet. He was looking at her preparing the noodles. She boiled the water, put in the noodles, cut the green onions, scooped the noodles, poured the oil, and so on. He had the urge to hug her from behind at that moment.

The noodles were served with green onions and a fried egg on top.

"Please help yourself, Sir."

"You aren't eating?"

Caroline shook her head with a chuckle and wiped her hands dry, "I already ate at my workplace. It'll be a waste of food if I eat again."

The man ate all the noodles in the bowl before putting down the chopsticks in his hand and said, "It's very delicious." He raised his head, looked at her, and said, "You put a lot of effort into it."

"In the past, there was a person who liked to eat this type of noodles. I was hoping that I could cook for him after I learned how to make it."

"So, what happened next?"

"Well, you are the first person who eat the noodles that I cooked."