She Killed My Ex

Chapter 42 Did He Really Just Want a Kiss

Chapter 42 Did He Really Just Want a Kiss

"Kiss me."

He asked for granted in a low voice.

Cayne cheekily looked at her.

He couldn't help it. That brought him joy in a bad way.

He had a boring life and needed some spices.

During those three months in Lehcaster, Caroline was the spice in his boring life.

Cayne wanted to see this woman, who was full of contradictions struggle again. But this time, he was destined to be disappointed.

The woman just froze for a moment. Then, she raised her head silently, and asked him seriously, "Sir, are you being serious?"

"No." He smiled slightly with a calm demeanor. The next moment, the calmness on his face froze. His eyes widened suddenly, and he looked in disbelief at the not-so-beautiful face that was so close in front of him. He could feel a warm and dry touch on his lips. He couldn't ignore that feeling as he had never experienced it before. He had never kissed by lips that were rougher than sackcloth. He said, "You..."

Caroline didn't take that kiss as a "kiss". It was a customer's request to her and she fulfilled it as promised. After that, the check in her palm was no longer as burning as before.

She found it funny. She never thought that a kiss of hers would be worth 14 thousand dollars!

It was such a joke.

Caroline landed her feet on the ground and calmly stepped a few steps back. That was a slightly safer distance to her.

"Why did you do that?" Cayne's brown eyes were full of doubts. Why wasn't she struggling or hesitating? Nothing that he expected had happened.

Caroline looked up and said with a smile, "Because I'm a bitch. I can kiss anyone who gives me money without hesitation."

A kiss wasn't a big deal.

That was a man who once asked her to perform a kissing scene with his bodyguard in front of the public.

Wasn't she the one who got all the advantages by making 14 thousand dollars with a kiss?

Caroline's smile made her look even more insincere by calling herself a bitch.

Cayne didn't expect that this woman would be self-deprecated without any hesitation. For a moment, there was a trace of complexity in his eyes without him noticing while he was looking at the woman, who was in front of him.

He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "Let's stop here for today. Ms. Jameson, I'll see you next time."

After he finished speaking, he left.

Walking through the corridors, Cayne's beautiful face gleamed with huge excitement. He found it very interesting.

"Are you a bitch? I'll tear off your protective layers of camouflage with my own hands!" He thought to himself and was looking forward to uncovering the real character of Caroline. He would stripe off all her camouflage as if she appeared naked in front of him. He couldn't help but wondered if her mouth with those dry and rough lips could still say "I'm a bitch" that easily by then.

He was rubbing his lips with his fair fingers and he narrowed his eyes suddenly. He took out a brocade handkerchief expressionlessly and wiped his lips three times. Then, he walked to the elevator entrance. After a "ding-dong", the elevator door opened. He entered the elevator and waved his hand. The brocade handkerchief with dark blue stripes on a white background fluttered into the trash can at the elevator entrance.

Caroline was standing inside the room. She stared at her toes with her head down. She looked dull and couldn't help but wondered did that man just wanted a kiss.

He spent 14 thousand dollars to buy it. Did he only want a kiss?

Her pupils were dilated and she raised her hand to cover her chest. She knew it well. It wasn't.

Caroline wanted to refute that person loudly and yelled out her dissatisfaction by saying, "Even though I am a bitch, I also have my dignity! You are making me so suffer because you want to see how complicated and twisted human nature can be!"

She wanted to shout out like that very badly.

At one point, she almost shouted out her inner thought. But when she was about to say it out, she suddenly remembered that she didn't have any dignity left.

It was right that all bitches have dignity. But among all the bitches, she was the only one who didn't have it! Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

She held tightly onto the check in her hand. Every number on that check ached Caroline.

"Bang. Bang."

"Come in."

Marissa raised her head and asked, "Why are you here? Do you feel better? It's okay if you want to rest at home for a few more days."

"Marissa, I'm fine." Caroline gently placed the check in her hand on Marissa's desk and said, "I'll have to ask for your favor again. Please deposit the amount in this check into that bank card."

Marissa glanced at the check and asked, "14 thousand dollars? Where did this money come from?" As soon as Marissa finished asking, she stopped and looked at Caroline with her lips pursed for a while, "You just took another order?"

Caroline didn't say a word. She admitted it silently.

"Why did he give you so much money?"

Marissa stood up and thought to herself that 14 thousand dollars weren't a big number in Royal Club, but that wasn't a small amount either. On top of that, that didn't include drinks and other tips. Marissa held onto Caroline's shoulder and asked, "What have you done?"

Marissa was very worried. She could see how desperate that girl was trying to make money.

Looking at Marissa's eyes which were full of worries, Caroline's numbed heart suddenly felt warm. She didn't want Marissa to worry. She lowered her eyes and answered, "Marissa, he just asked for a kiss."

"A kiss? That's it?" Even the well-informed Marissa couldn't help screaming. But in the next second, Marissa fell silent and thought to herself, "Just that simple? No, it isn't."

A kiss?

It must be more than that.

In the red-light district, Marissa was used to seeing wealthy businessmen and rich people who were looking for fun from the women in a bad way.

For a man who could simply give 14 thousand dollars away, he could get any kind of woman easily.

Marissa looked at Caroline. She wasn't looking down on Caroline but in terms of her physical appearance, Caroline wasn't an attractive woman to any men.

If there was a man who was interested in Caroline's appearance, he would be one of the millions in the world.

It was common that a man would judge a woman by appearance.

"Just a kiss?" Marissa asked softly.

"Um."

Marissa became even more silent. If that big spender just asked for a kiss from Caroline, it just showed that wouldn't be that simple.

"From now on, don't see that man again," Marissa said decisively.

After all, she was the one who had gone so far in that industry with some achievements. She could sense that man had no good intentions toward Caroline by the information she was given. Although she didn't know what he was looking for from a silly woman like Caroline, Marissa was pretty sure that she couldn't let Caroline see that person again.

Marissa raised her eyes and glanced at Caroline, who was taciturn in front of her. Suddenly, her gaze stopped on her forehead. She stretched out her hand and quickly brushed away Caroline's bangs. Marissa's pupils shrank and she shouted urgently, "What is this?"

Marissa moved so fast that Caroline had no time to react. When Caroline returned to her senses, Marissa had already seen that. Caroline hurriedly covered the wound on her forehead with the hair that Marissa was holding onto and said, "I hit the door accidentally. No worries."