She Killed My Ex

Chapter 5 Being Trapped in Trouble

Chapter 5 Being Trapped in Trouble

Caroline still had a lingering fear. Before she could calm down, she suddenly realized that a strange man was holding her by her waist intimately.

"Ah..." Caroline was in a panic. She had never been hugged so intimately by any man other than her elder brother since she was little. Not even by Bentley.

Antonio's expression turned gloomy. He stretched out the other hand to cover Caroline's mouth and said, "Shut up! What are you yelling at? You're really strange. Normal people would be frightened when they fall and scream out of instinct. But you're different, you didn't yell when you fell, but scream now."

Caroline stammered, "You-You let go of me first."

It was a suspicious reaction in Antonio's eyes. He had a sudden enlightenment and asked, "Hey, come on, did you scream because I held you by your waist?" Catching the embarrassment flashing across the face of the woman in his arms, Antonio felt speechless.

"That seems to be true." Antonio rolled his eyes and grinned weirdly. He then continued, "Hey, woman, could it be that you've never been hugged like this by a man?"

Antonio thought this woman's reaction was very interesting. Looking at her red ears, he got an idea and deliberately tightened his grip around Caroline's waist out of mischief.

Caroline flushed.

Looking at her red face, Antonio felt as if he had found a new continent. How came a woman would blush when she was being hugged by the waist nowadays? What a novelty! That was so interesting!Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Antonio got so excited as if he had found a new continent.

He pinched her waist naughtily. He felt strange when he only pinched the fabric of her clothes. Not caring about his gentlemanly demeanor, he moved his hand to the hem of her clothes and quickly stretched it into her clothes. He was shocked when he touched her waist.

"What are you doing?"

Caroline struggled to push Antonio away. The latter, however, looked at her in astonishment and murmured, "Your waist..." He didn't know how to organize his wording. Was the waist he touched just now a normal woman's waist?

Antonio always boasted himself as a lady killer who had been dating hundreds of beauties. Among them, there were many internationally famous models and stars. But Caroline's waist was even thinner than the thinnest one among those women he had dated. It was so thin that he could even circle it with one hand.

"You..." He moved his lips several times, trying to say "turns out that this is the reason why you wear so many clothes on such a hot day". However, when looking into her aggrieved yet humble eyes, he couldn't say anything. She was in great pain, but she pretended to not care about it.

Antonio still remembered Caroline's eyes many years later. At present, he couldn't understand why a person could look unruly yet humble at the same time and mix up two completely opposite emotions.

What had happened to her that she had two contradictory qualities?

Caroline pushed Antonio away and ran away. But she couldn't run fast and fell after taking two steps. however, she didn't care about the pain at all. She propped herself up from the ground with the support of the wall and tried to stay away from Antonio as fast as she could.

She had a messy mind and she felt as if the most humiliating thing about her was discovered.

She just wanted a peaceful life after being discharged from prison. She would be satisfied as long as she wouldn't be starved, had a place to live in, and could save some money. She wanted to go to Gartane Lake to appreciate the clarity and blue of the lake and sky there with her own eyes, which could never be seen in prison.

She couldn't bear any other storms.

Antonio walked up, trying to help her. But the girl would quicken her pace as if a ghost was chasing after her whenever he walked closer to her. She walked dragging her body while leaning against the wall, looking very pitiful.

Antonio had no choice but to slow down.

...

In Room 606...

Caroline knocked on the door and then walked into the room.

As soon as she entered, she sensed the spooky atmosphere in the room. Under the dim light, she saw several guests sitting on the sofa. Next to them were several female models.

Only a pure-looking girl was standing before the crystal table in the room.

Caroline knew this girl. She was a new waitress here and her name was Madison Chance. She was a student at Lehcaster University and was now her roommate.

"Caroline..." Madison suddenly called Caroline in a crying voice. Caroline was startled and instantly became tense all over.

Seven or eight people in the room simultaneously fixed their eyes on Caroline. Caroline could only brace herself up and said, "I'm called here to do the cleaning." As soon as she spoke, her husky voice was exposed.

Some of the people in the room knitted their brows in dissatisfaction.

Caroline had worked at Royal Club for three months and she knew the rule of talking less and doing more. She was only a cleaner, so even if some people were discontent with her voice, they wouldn't target her. As for the trouble that Madison was facing, apparently, she had no idea about the situation. Therefore, Caroline concluded that she would be all right as long as she didn't meddle in this.

Caroline kept her head lowered, bypassed Madison, and walked to the washroom in the room. The VIP room was equipped with a washroom with all kinds of cleaning tools in it. These tools were stored in a special cabinet so that they wouldn't affect the beauty of the washroom.

Caroline walked out with one hand holding a mop and the other hand holding a bucket.

She concentrated on cleaning with her head bowed. Madison would look at her with hope in her eyes from time to time, but Caroline ignored her.

The three-year prison life had taught her not to think too highly of herself and to know her place. Otherwise, a single move of them would make her life a living hell.

She was not Madison, who still had her parents though her family was poor, and was a student at Lehcaster University. She, Caroline Jameson, was only an ex-convict!

She was nothing and she couldn't bear any storms. Nor could she afford to face any trouble. She couldn't help others.

"Sing this song and you can leave." A man said to Madison.

Caroline slightly raised her head to look at Madison. The latter was biting her bottom lip and looked as if she was extremely humiliated. "I won't!"

Caroline suddenly failed to hold her mop steadily and dragged it over Madison's shoes. Madison was startled and forgot what she wanted to say. She looked toward Caroline.

Caroline raised her head and apologized to her, "I'm sorry. I dragged it over your shoes."

This seemingly unintentional incident attracted the attention of some men in the room.

Madison said indignantly, "I'm not a model, nor a hostess. I won't sing the song. I'm just a waitress whose duty is to serve food and drinks."

Caroline was very regretful at this moment. Some people deserved help, but some didn't.

Caroline didn't know what Madison would choose. But if she were her, she wouldn't offend these playboys just because of a song. Guests in the VIP rooms of the Royal Club were not low in status. How would they allow a little waitress to disobey them?

Since Madison turned down their request, how would these rich people let go of her easily?

These playboys had seen various kinds of women. They just requested Madison to sing a song because of her pureness and beauty, which was an out for her. If Madison obediently sang the song and then left the room, they wouldn't go hard with her anymore.

It seemed like her effort to help Madison was in vain but drew the attention of the guests in the room to her instead.

Caroline warned herself to finish the cleaning and then leave the room as fast as possible. No one knew what unexpected thing would happen next if she stayed here for longer. She helped Madison

just now. If she offended the guests in the room because of this, she would be implicated. It would be a wise choice to leave the room as soonest as possible.

"Oh, she's so lofty." Another man said cynically, "Not willing to sing a song? Sure. Then drink that bottle of wine, and you can go."

"I won't. I'm not a hostess!"

"Gee. Refuse to drink?" The playboy said with a smile, "I'm afraid that this time it's not up to you. Since you're working in the Royal Club, not to mention that you're a waitress, even if you're a cleaner, you should be cooperative with the guests' requests, right?"

Caroline inexplicably had a bad hunch when that playboy said the word "cleaner". The next moment, it came true.

"Hey, that cleaner, right, you. Ms. Cleaner, do you agree?"