She Killed My Ex

Chapter 7 Kissed Her

Chapter 7 Kissed Her

"Caroline, what do you want to do if you are out of prison? I want to go to Gartane Lake. It is beautiful and clean. The water birds there are very lovely. The fish and shrimp in Gartane Lake are very delicious. The sky is blue, and the water is clear, even the sunshine is warmer than that in this city."

"And I want to work hard to make money, make a lot of money, and go there and open a small homestay hotel. I'm not craving the money. I just want to face the ebb and flow of Gartane Lake every day. Making money is not my goal. As long as I can have enough food, and watch backpackers come and go occasionally."

"Caroline, I seem to be dying soon. What can I do? I haven't had time to see the beauty of Gartane Lake. "

It was the pathetic voice of nature that Caroline could not forget all her life. She held the girl in her arms and kept using her body temperature to warm the girl's gradually cold body.

At the end of her life, the girl in her arms, with clear eyes and longing, looked at a small piece of the sky outside the small prison window. She said, "Caroline, I have never been to Gartane Lake. I saw it on TV, in newspapers, and in magazines. I know that even if I get out of prison, I can't afford to open a small homestay hotel in Gartane Lake. I just want to have the impossible dream when I am dying."

So far, Caroline still remembered the yearning eyes of the girl in her arms before she died.

Memories were still so painful, and her eyes were wet unconsciously. She wiped out her tears secretly. Crawling on the ground, she quietly touched her left back waist with one hand, which was empty and had one organ less than normal people.

Because of this, she couldn't drink, she must live.

She was in debt and still hadn't paid it off!

She was guilty and had not been redeemed!

No!

She couldn't die yet!

Caroline looked up at Bentley, shook her head, and said, "Mr. Shawn, as long as you don't let me drink, you can do anything."

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The man's eagle-like eyes narrowed, he smiled slowly and said, "Anything?" His words showed a hint of danger.

Had Caroline Jameson from the Jamesons' mansion lost her confidence and pride?

He would like to see if Ms. Jameson, whom he remembered before, had become another person.

"As long as you don't let me drink, anything will do."

"Good!" The man was sitting on the sofa and his face was suddenly cold and fierce, and then he hit a snap finger. With this, a figure slowly came out of the dark corner and said, "Sir." The man was dressed in a black suit, and his neat head was bowed respectfully at 45 degree. This man must be Bentley's bodyguard.

Caroline looked at Bentley in the dim light. The man's perfect face slowly blossomed into a dazzling smile, and his lips moved and said, "Kiss him."

Following his slender fingers, Caroline fixed her eyes on the silent black suit bodyguard behind him, and suddenly widened her eyes!

"Why? Can't you do it?" Bentley's voice sounded in her ears, he said teasingly, "Drink, or start your performance here now."

"Whoa!"! Like a basin of ice water poured down from the head. Caroline was cold and lifeless. Her ears were buzzing. She looked up and stared at the man on the sofa, who had absolute authority. What did he say?

Performance? Oh, let her perform the drama of ambiguous kissing here like a prostitute?

She slowly pursed her dry lips. It turned out that her first kiss was so cheap. Even though there was only fear and scare left in her feelings for him, even though she had already buried her feelings for him in her heart tomb, there was still an uncontrollable pain.

She looked at Bentley slowly, and her eyes were neither cold nor hated nor loving, only strong despair that couldn't go away!

Bentley was enjoying the despair in her eyes. This woman should refuse his ridiculous request, right? Drinking or kissing strangers in public, any woman would choose the former, wouldn't she?

Besides, she was Ms. Jameson. She was born with proud.

"Can you change it?" After all, it was her first kiss. It may be cheap in his eyes, but it was very important in her own eyes.

She didn't want to lose her first kiss like this.

After all, she had nothing left.

The man raised his glass and said, "You are not in a position to bargain with me." A pleasant smile rose from his mouth. He wanted to see how cheap and low Ms. Jameson from Lehcaster could be!

"OK, I see." Caroline stood up in a numb. Her legs and feet were inconvenient. She knelt for a long time. There was pain piercing her leg bones. She almost fell to the ground again. She raised her hand and hammered her thighs heavily to relieve the veins. Then she limped to the black-clad bodyguard.

Because of this action, several men in the private room just thought that she had been kneeling for a long time and her legs were numb. Madison knew that the limping woman was suffering from unbearable pain.

Madison felt regretted, because she got Caroline involved.

"Ms. Jameson", Madison couldn't help talking. However, she was warned by the cynical Spencer's sharp eyes and shut her mouth. Her eyes were filled with regret, but she could only look at the poor limping woman without providing any help.

Caroline looked impassive, walked up to the bodyguard, took a deep breath quietly. After a while, she pretended to be calm and raised her arm, and grabbed the bodyguard's shoulders.

She seemed calm, but the nearest bodyguard in black, whose shoulders were caught by her hands, clearly sensed the trembling of Ms. Jameson in front of himself.

He knew Ms. Jameson. But the bodyguard still couldn't believe that this wretched, humble woman in front of him was the proud and energetic Ms. Jameson.

On tiptoe, Caroline's pale lips trembled and leaned against the lips of the bodyguard in black in front of her.

Losing her first kiss won't lose a piece of meat, while drinking that bottle of wine, the chances of her not dying were almost zero.

The first kiss meant nothing compared to life.

Bentley's look was complicated. She finally chose the latter.

The man on the sofa narrowed his eyes, and his lips were about to open. Suddenly, a voice came from the door, "Well, it's you? Why haven't you left yet?"

As soon as the voice sounded, all the people in the private room looked at the door. A tall man appeared out of nowhere.

Caroline was shocked. She turned to the door and said, "It's you."

Spencer looked at the tall and upright man at the door, and then at Caroline. He smiled with peach blossom eyes narrowed and said, "Oh, Antonio, you know her." It was weird. Was a cleaner worth Antonio knowing?

Spencer felt his chin and acted like a bystander.

Bentley's sight also fell on Antonio. There was a bit of darkness in his eyes.

Antonio didn't care that these people's eyes fall on him. He looked at Caroline strangely. What did she want? Why did it look like she was trying to kiss Bentley's bodyguard?

Antonio blinked his eyes and smiled, "It's weird. I just left for a while, and the room became lively." Antonio put his hand in the trousers pocket of his suit, walked idly to Caroline, and asked, "What are you doing?"