She Killed My Ex novel Chapter 82

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."