She Killed My Ex

Chapter 18 Is Your Body Cold or Hot

Chapter 18 Is Your Body Cold or Hot

Bentley was Marissa's boss. Marissa couldn't tell what Bentley did wrong. But when she looked at Caroline, she felt sad for her.

How on earth did this woman offend her boss and get such cruel treatment?

Marissa's eyes were complicated. She watched Caroline hold the wall and limp off.

The money and bank card in her hand became a hot potato.

Marissa turned to leave. She rushed into her office and locked the bank card and all the money into the safe. She felt pain in her palms as if she was holding a piece of soldering iron, but now it was finally gone.

When Marissa got back to Room 606, she almost ran into Bentley as soon as she opened the door.

"Mr. Shawn." Marissa respectfully called. Bentley nodded and then walked past Marissa and went out.

When Marissa just entered the box, those playboys from Rimsor were still talking about Caroline. "That woman is so shameless. I've seen all kinds of women who love money. I've never seen a woman who loves money desperately. Tut."

"Yeah, when that woman was lying on all fours and wagging her tail, I really wanted to kick her. She was so bitchy and shameless for money."

Marissa wanted to refute it!

Not at all!

If Caroline was so fond of money, how could she leave all the money to her without hesitation after leaving the box?

If Caroline was so fond of money, she could keep it. How could she leave it without even looking at it?

Caroline was very tired and returned to the changing room where Marissa had brought her earlier. She took off the clown suit and changed into her own clothes.

The sticky sweat on her forehead made her very uncomfortable. Caroline went into the bathroom of the changing room, turned on the tap, and washed away the sweat on her face.

A gust of wind blew Caroline. Looking at the man suddenly appearing in the mirror, she became stiff and couldn't help but clench her fists.

"Mr. Shawn."

In the mirror, the man looked at her expressionlessly.

After a while, he jeered, "Ho, you're becoming more and more self-aware. Sure enough, after three years in prison, you're docile a lot more."

A big hand fell lightly on Caroline's face, which covered more than half of Caroline's face, and he slowly rubbed her bloodless face with his thumb. He coldly said, "But it's too late. Caroline, Ms. Jameson, if you had learned to be docile three years ago, you would not have gotten where you are today. Do you think so?"

Caroline's heart trembled. She knew what he meant.

He said that if she had been as good as she was now three years ago, and if she had not hurt Winnie three years ago, she would not have been imprisoned for three years. She would still be the

eldest daughter of the Jameson family in Lehcaster, not the poor woman now.

She understood. She understood it all!

Her lips were quivering. "Mr. Shawn, you're right." If it were three years ago, Caroline would have argued against injustice, but now she learned to keep silent.

Bentley was furious at her obedience. He could not tell why he was angry!

His eyes were fiercer. The troubled mind made Bentley, who was always calm and indifferent, feel a little uncomfortable. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

He frowned and said coldly with an evil smile, "Caroline, Ms. Jameson, your behavior is a real eye- opener for me again today. Do you think your brother would be very angry if he saw you like that today?"

You can't do this! Subconsciously, Caroline was about to say this. Her nails fiercely pinched into the flesh of the palm, and Caroline suddenly got sober.

Looking down, she didn't dare to look in the mirror for fear that he would see her through the mirror.

"Mr. Shawn, I don't have a brother. I've killed someone and been in prison before. Now I'm only a poor woman who makes others laugh and happy. How can the Jameson family have a daughter as a killer?"

Bentley didn't expect that Caroline could say such words. He was stunned for a moment and suddenly smiled, "Caroline, I used to underestimate you. You're fish-blooded enough. No wonder you could do such a vicious thing back then."

Caroline lowered her head in silence, letting his cold words hurt her.

Fish-blooded? Didn't you force me? Bentley Shawn!

"But I'm curious. You're so fish-blooded. Then is your body cold or hot?"

Hearing his words, Caroline suddenly became stiff! A hot body behind her suddenly pressed against her back!

Her waist was touched, which made Caroline shiver in fear. She looked down and found Bentley's big palm on her belly.

Two buttons of the big coat were unbuttoned, and his big palm slipped into her clothes, which made Caroline shiver again.

Bentley subconsciously frowned. There was a sweater under her coat. It was summer. Why was she wearing a sweater?

With a little doubt, Bentley lifted Caroline's sweater, "Bentley Shawn!" In a panic, Caroline didn't have time to think about it and cried out!

Bentley narrowed his eyes slowly and asked coldly, "What are you calling me?"

Caroline's shoulder trembled, "Mr... Mr. Shawn." She could feel that he was caressing her belly under the sweater and his palm was moving towards the left side of her waist and getting closer and closer to the wound that she didn't want to reveal.

Caroline's heart beat faster, and his hand went over her side waist.

"Mr. Shawn!" She exclaimed!

"And what?" It seemed that a hint of lust was in Bentley's voice.

At that time, Caroline's mind was working frantically.

"Mr. Shawn! Pay me!" She said, "Mr. Shawn, I'm a prostitute. You touch me, so you should pay me."

Hearing what she said, Bentley remembered how the woman he was holding begged for money in Room 606. Suddenly, his lust disappeared.

Looking at the woman in his arms again, he felt even more uncomfortable for no reason. Bentley attributed his strange feeling to his dislike of the woman.

Bentley let Caroline go and said, "Get out."

Caroline rolled out of the bathroom at once. She opened the door of the changing room and left without looking back.

In the washroom of the changing room, Bentley's handsome face was so cold that it could freeze everything.

Caroline asked Marissa for leave and hurried back to the staff dormitory in Canobo Community.

Madison, who lived with her, hadn't come back yet. She stood at the window and looked out of the window. The window was wide open, and the cold wind mixed with drizzle hit her.

She thought, "It will be better tomorrow."