She Killed My Ex

Chapter 83 Being Pushed back into Hell

Chapter 83 Being Pushed back into Hell

"Callie, you've changed."

Caroline's expression froze. She murmured, "Marissa."

"Callie, haven't you noticed it? You don't stiff and dull anymore. In the past, I could only see lifeless dullness on your face." Looking at Caroline, Marissa continued, "But now, you make me feel like you're a real, living human."

Caroline opened her mouth, trying to say something.

"Callie, who brought you back to life? Was it Cayne?" Though saying so, Marissa didn't show any blessing to Caroline's revival at all.

He suddenly became serious and scolded Caroline angrily, "But he has a bad intention."

So, was this really a good thing?

She had noticed Caroline's change. However, the change was brought about by a man who approached her with an impure intention in the very beginning.

Caroline didn't speak.

Marissa breathed out heavily and said, "Callie, please promise me that you won't meet him again. I'll arrange a new dormitory for you."

"No!" Caroline immediately raised her head and shouted. But the next second, she found Marissa looking at her with disappointment. She clenched her fists and said, "Marissa, I don't want to change my dormitory, but I promise you I won't meet him again once I earn five million dollars."

Marissa gritted her teeth, feeling so disappointed. She glared at Caroline and shouted, "Caroline, don't regret it!" She didn't want to see Caroline anymore, so she directly walked out of the office.

Caroline stood before the desk lonelily and silently with Marissa's voice echoing in her mind. She felt bitter. Of course, she was aware that Cayne approached her with an impure intention. She could perceive this even if she couldn't figure out why Cayne was trying to get close to her.

She murmured to herself, "But I'm also a greedy person. And I also want to have the same kind of feelings as a human being." She was also aware that Cayne had some other intentions and that she should stay away from this dangerous man. However, his appearance in her life made her feel as if she was still living in this world. She felt she was still a living human

In the past, she didn't allow others to touch her scar. However, now she could endure the pain and allow Cayne to touch it.

What about that person? Could she also erase him from her heart bit by bit? Be it love or hatred, could she forget it just like forgetting the scar on her forehead?

She knew Cayne was like poison. However, she would love to take it even if it was poison. It was not about affection or love. It was just because she had stayed in the dark hell and hadn't seen the sunlight for so long. And she greedily itched to live under the sun like a normal person.

She knew that she looked more like a living human but not a walking dead who could breathe recently. She was also aware that all these changes started when every night Cayne appeared at the door of her dormitory and kissed her on her forehead before he left.

The deadline she had agreed with Bentley was coming. When there were only two days left, Caroline stopped Cayne in a hoarse voice when the latter was about to leave like usual, "Wait a minute."

"Anything else?"

Cayne turned around to look at the woman who stood behind him quietly. Though she didn't tell him anything, she looked more and more worried in these two days as he could read it on her face. He didn't ask her any questions because he wanted her to take the initiative to tell him and he was waiting for it.

"I..." Standing before Cayne, Caroline felt her palms wet as they were covered with sweat. This made her more restless.

"What do you want to say? Ms. Jameson, it doesn't matter. Just say it out. I'm listening."

The man before her was very gentlemanly and graceful. Standing before him, Caroline moved her lips, but she failed to utter the words which she had structured many times in her mind.

"Ms. Jameson, I'm tired now, and please excuse me if you don't have anything else."

He wanted to turn around after finishing these words.

But he felt a pull on his sleeve. Cayne looked down at his sleeve, only to find that a hand was pulling it. He then looked up following the hand and his eyelids twitched.

The woman before him was dragging his sleeve with one hand while pushing aside her bangs with the other hand. With her move, the horrible scar on her forehead was exposed. She tilted her head aside, not uttering a single word.

However, her action was enough to express what she meant.

Cayne's brown pupils contracted. After a long while, he slightly moved his thin lips and asked, "What do you want?"

He asked slowly in a low voice.

Caroline looked pale under the light of her dormitory. She still didn't dare to look into Cayne's eyes, and just tilted her head aside with one hand pinning her bangs so that she could completely expose the ugly scar on her forehead to Cayne.

"Mr. Filocci, I want five hundred thousand dollars. Could you please prepay the five hundred thousand dollars for tomorrow?"

Cayne realized what was happening. This woman wanted him to pay the five hundred thousand dollars for tomorrow by asking him to kiss her in advance.

He suddenly smiled and said, "Game over. Ms. Jameson, you're worthless now."

She became worthless when she gave up on her stubbornness and pleaded with him. He continued, "The most valuable thing about you is your untouchable scar, and this is exactly the most attractive aspect of you. But when you tried to trade it with money, it became unattractive to me. Ms. Jameson, I originally thought you were a very interesting woman, but it turns out that you're nothing different from others." A hint of sarcasm flashed across Cayne's handsome face as he added, "That's so vulgar."

Cayne disappeared from Caroline's sight without even saying goodbye to her.

Caroline, however, didn't feel sad.

She only stood at the door silently. The cold wind from the stairs punched her face, but she seemed to feel nothing. She didn't love Cayne and she could even propose to trade her body with money to Cayne. However, she still refused to do the same thing when it came to Antonio.

Caroline touched her forehead and suddenly felt it ridiculous. The most valuable thing on her body was actually the scar caused by that man.

She took a glance at the empty stairs and suddenly chuckled. Then she murmured to herself, "I will take it even if it's poison because this poison makes me feel like I'm still living under the sun." This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Caroline felt grateful to Cayne because it was Cayne who pulled her out of hell and took her to the living world, though later, he pushed her back into hell.

She said it was okay.

She was so greedy that she even dreamed of living under the sun despite the fact that she could only live in hell in this life.

It was obvious that Cayne was a dose of poison, but she still took it happily. She was too greedy and she yearned for the feeling of living like a living human after that three-year hell-like prison life.

Therefore, she deserved it.

She said to herself, "Caroline, you deserve it." It was a mark that a convict could never get rid of. See, you wouldn't have a happy ending if you forgot your identity and greedily tried to get something that didn't belong to you. Why couldn't you learn this lesson?

It was just that...

"It's so hard to get money."

Probably Bentley would come to find her tomorrow.

Cayne felt a bit bored after leaving Caroline's dormitory.

"Deloris, I need another prey," Cayne would say so to his friend Deloris every time when he finished a hunting game.