She Killed My Ex

Chapter 6 Aren’t You Going to Say Hi

Chapter 6 Aren't You Going to Say Hi

As expected, she was implicated. She shouldn't have meddled in Madison's trouble.

Caroline was very regretful.

"Hey, I'm asking you. Ms. Cleaner."

Caroline could only nod.

The playboy laughed cheerfully. He then said to Madison, "Did you hear me? Even a cleaner is more sensible than you." He grabbed the bottle of wine, roughly put it on the table, and said, "Drink it up. Or I'll call Marissa here." Marissa was the woman who interviewed Caroline before. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Madison was a bit frightened at the mention of Marissa. Her family was poor and she came to Royal Club and worked as a waitress because it offered a high salary. If that playboy called Marissa, she would lose her job.

"Please don't call Marissa." Madison grabbed the bottle of wine on the crystal table and said, "I'll drink it." Before she drank, tears rolled down her face.

"Wait." A low, calm voice sounded in the dark. Caroline, who had her back to the dark corner, shivered violently and uncontrollably when she heard the voice.

Fright filled her eyes and her breath became heavy.

"Turn around.: The man in the dark ordered.

Caroline couldn't move a bit as if her legs were filled with lead. She said desperately to herself, "He's not talking to me."

"I'll repeat my words. Turn around, Ms. Cleaner!"

His words were like a punch in Caroline's heart. She knew that she must follow his order. With her teeth chattering, she who was in thick clothes turned around with great difficulty.

The atmosphere became weird. Now they all sensed something wrong.

That cynical playboy put his fingers on her lips, made a whistle joyfully, and said, "There comes a good show."

A man sitting on the sofa said, "Shut up, Spencer. Don't bother me."

"Holy shit. Anderson, you're such a bad boy in nature."

Caroline's eyes were filled with horror. She wanted to escape!

During the three years in prison, during those 1095 days and nights, she lived in hell. She didn't dare to have any illusions about Bentley after crawling out of that dark hell. The only thing left in her heart was the fear of this man that was engraved in her bones.

Even if there was infatuation and love for this man, she would have buried them in her heart long ago and never showed them again.

"Raise your head." The man ordered slowly. Caroline moved stiffly along with his order.

The light was dim and that man was hiding in a dark corner. She didn't dare to look around when she walked into the room. No wonder she didn't discover him.

Bentley sat in the corner of the sofa gracefully like a king. He spread one long arm on the armrest of the sofa and put his chin on the back of the other hand. He looked graceful and gentlemanly. He

was wearing a pair of golden-rimmed glasses and was staring at her like a hungry wolf that would tear her up at any time.

It had been three years, but time didn't leave any traces on his face, instead, he looked more glamorous after the polishing of time.

His face, which was hidden in the dim light, seemed to be glided with a layer of gold. He sat there and exuded breathtaking charm.

Nonetheless, Caroline didn't dare to look at him anymore. She hurriedly buried her head in the thick clothes before her chest.

Bentley snorted coldly and said in a dangerous voice, "Long time no see. What's wrong with you? Aren't you going to say hi to me?"

Caroline greeted him with a pale face, "Mr. Shawn."

She was trying hard to suppress the fright in her heart. She pinched her fingers into her thighs and tried her best to make herself look calm.

However, the man sitting on the opposite sofa had seen through all of her moves.

Bentley narrowed his eyes to study Caroline. He would have forgotten this person if he didn't see her in Royal Club today.

She had changed a lot. If it wasn't that that waitress called her name unintentionally, he wouldn't be able to recognize this woman.

The light in the room was dim, so he couldn't see her clearly. Even so, Bentley had to admit that Caroline had changed a lot, which was out of his expectation.

"When did you come out?" Bentley asked nonchalantly.

Caroline got anxious and looked pale. She abruptly raised her head and looked at the man opposite her with a pair of begging eyes. Her eyes were filled with entreaty and it seemed like they were saying, "Please. Please don't say anything about my imprisonment before so many people. I beg you."

Bentley raised his brows. He suddenly raised a finger to point at the bottle in Madison's hand, smiled coldly at Caroline, and said, "I know what you want to say. Okay. Drink up the wine and I'll agree to your request."

Caroline looked at the bottle of vodka in Madison's hand with a pale face.

It was Bosh vodka, one of the most famous vodkas in the world, and its alcoholic strength was about 40 percent. Caroline stared at the bottle of vodka palely and moved her lips, trying to say something.

The man sitting on the sofa was teasing his toy like a hunter. He fixed his eyes on Caroline teasingly and said, "Don't challenge my patience."

Caroline became paler when hearing the familiar voice.

"I...I can't drink."

Caroline felt her hair standing on end when she finished the lie. She felt as if she was going to be burned by his sharp gaze. She secretly clenched he fists. She was like a condemned prisoner who was waiting for her final verdict. This process was suffering.

"Mr. Shawn, please-please let go of me." Caroline could abandon her self-esteem for her life. She knelt on the ground and begged, "Please let go of me this time. I'll do anything you want me to do

as long as you don't ask me to drink." She wanted to live on because she could only pay her debt when she was alive.

Yep. She owed a big debt. But the creditor was not Winnie.

A hint of surprise flashed across Bentley's face. The next moment, he said expressionlessly, "You kneel without hesitation just to reject a bottle of wine? Caroline Jameson, where are your arrogance and dignity?"

Dignity?

A trace of mockery and bitterness flashed across Caroline's face.

What was dignity? Could dignity feed her? Could dignity keep her alive?

She knelt, not to avoid drinking a bottle of wine, but because she wanted to live on.

She closed her eyes in pain. Whenever she closed her eyes, those hideous faces would appear in her mind. There was only an exception. But that girl died because of her. She died in that dark, humid prison.

That twenty-year-old girl died at such a young age. She withered in that dark, humid place in her blooming youth.

She died because of her!

It was a sin and a debt that could never be paid off!

She didn't owe Winnie anything. The one she owed was the girl who bravely stood out to protect her in prison but died there in the end.

Caroline trembled all over. She seemed to see that scene again. The girl covered with blood lay in her arms and murmured her name, "Caroline..." Before the last breath, the girl told her about her hometown and her dream in the most melodious voice that Caroline had never heard in her life.