She Killed My Ex

Chapter 70 Remember That My Name Is Cayne

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. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"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."

"What about yourself? Shouldn't I be the second person?"

"I would feel my whole body itch if I eat green onions. Maybe it's just on my mind."

The man raised his head suddenly and asked, "You keep calling me Sir. Do you know my name?"

"You are my customer. Regardless of what is your name, I will have to address you politely. The most I could do is to put your name after the title." Caroline didn't think that knowing his name mattered.

That man's eyes flickered for a moment. Then, he took out his wallet and took out a stack of money. "I am going to trade this with you, " he was saying while putting the stack of money in front of Caroline, "You have to remember my name. My name is Cayne. This money is your reward for remembering my name."

Caroline was stunned while looking at the stack of money in front of her.

She looked up at the man in front of her and asked again, "I just have to remember your name?"

She couldn't help but wonder since when did the money come so easily?

Caroline still didn't understand the whole picture. But if Marissa was here, she must understand it.

Cayne's brown eyes flickered and then he chuckled, "Yes." He wanted more from her and not just remembered his name. She was his prey and he was planning how to conquer her with all his heart.

Remembered his name was only the first step.

It's getting late. I'll make a move first." Cayne stood up. He was very tall. When Caroline stood beside him, she was more than a head shorter than him.

"Mr. Filocci, I'll send you..." Before Caroline finished speaking, she opened her eyes widely and her forehead turned warm. Immediately, she stretched out her hand, pushed the person in front of her hard, and covered her forehead that was kissed by him, "What are you doing?"

That was a new injury and I just got the stitches removed.

No, that wasn't the point. She didn't care if he kissed her lips, but not her forehead!

Caroline was trembling.

The unprecedented anger and her tense expression betrayed her.

Cayne didn't answer the question. He squinted his eyes and asked, "Why not?"

Of course not!

Absolutely not!

Her eyes turned red with anger. She pointed at the door fiercely and said, "It's getting late, Mr. Filocci. Please leave!"

"I won't apologize to you." Cayne lifted his exquisite chin slightly. His beautiful face looked aloof. Then. he turned around and stepped out of the door of Caroline's dormitory. Suddenly, he paused and said, "The wound will rot if you leave it untreated."

His words were having a double meaning.

Caroline looked at that man with her red eyes until he disappeared at her door. Her breathing was disordered and his last words were lingering in her ears.

"It's none of your business! It's none of your business! You know nothing! Treat? Do you know how to treat it? Don't you see how bad I look now? What makes you think that you can treat me?"

The door was still open. Caroline took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Then, she stepped forward slowly, pull the doorknob, and closed the door.

There was a strong impact that came from the door suddenly and she was being pushed back because of the force.

"Madison?"

At the door, Madison looked fierce and she said, "Caroline, you are such a hypocrite!"