I've Been There Before

Chapter 78 Don’t Touch That Place Again

In the midnight

Grace went back to the South Bay House alone and went downstairs to her dormitory. But when she got to the second floor, she found that the corridor light was not working.

Grace glanced at the light, and thought that only the light of this floor was broken, and then carefully groped her way upstairs. But when she arrived at the third floor, she found that the light of this floor was also broken.

She took out her phone and turned on the flashlight to illuminate the way to her dormitory.

When she finally reached her dormitory, she saw a person at the door and shivered slightly, “Mr. Cayne, why are you here?”

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

“…” Oh please! What she was asking was that why he was here, not how long he had been waiting for her.

“Wh… What’s the matter?” Grace, with the key at her hand, didn’t intend to open the door in the face of Cayne. She had always been vigilant… Cayne noticed it and knew why she would be like this, and he felt a bit… excited.

Hmm… It must be good to win the favor of a defensive prey.

“I’m hungry.”

“… What?”

“I said,” Cayne rubbed his belly and continued, “I have eaten nothing this livelong day, so I’m hungry.”

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Grace couldn’t figure out the reason and was a bit confused, “Then you should go and have night snack.”

“Yeah, you’re right; so I came to you for night snack.”

“You came… for night snack?” Grace emphasized the word ‘came’.

Where did he come to?

To her dormitory?

So he meant… “Do you mean that you specially waited for me at the door of my dormitory, just because you wanted me to make dinner snack for you?”

“Yeah, you’re so smart.”

Please! This had nothing to do with her intelligence!

“I won’t have it for free.”

He casually took out a cheque and filled in some numbers, “Take it. I want to eat the noodles with scallion oil you made for me last night.”

A complicated feeling flashed across Grace’s eyes when she glanced at the number on the cheque… What was this man’s purpose? Why did he approach her intentionally?

She couldn’t figure it out. But… Grace peeked at the cheque again and two little fairies began to quarrel in her mind.

One said: Don’t take the cheque and don’t meet him any longer.

One said: Just take it. You’re in short of money after all. You need it to redeem your future, right?

“Miss James? Miss James?”

Cayne looked at the woman, whose mind had drifted away, in front of him and called her name.

Grace, who was in a trance, finally came to her own sense. She lowered her eyes and her gaze happened to land on the cheque. After a long while, she reached out shivering and took the cheque.

A trace of smile crept on Cayne’s brown eyes… As expected, money was her Achilles' heel.

Some people may feel confused: What’s the interesting point of a gold digger?

Cayne would not be bothered by this kind of question… As for him, this woman was really interesting.

She was so interesting that he had a hunch that he would not feel boring during next two months in the S City. As for two months later when he left, what this woman called Grace would suffer… Oh, he had never thought of this. Anyway, he must have won her heart when he left two months later. Then this woman’s would be added to his ‘Hunted List’. That would be the only result.

With a cracking sound, Grace opened the door of her dormitory, “Mr. Cayne, please come in and have a seat. I’ll go and make night snack for you.”

Grace put down her things and walked towards the kitchen.

It was a kind of psychological torture for her to take the check… There was one hundred thousand on it. He gave her one hundred thousand again.

Was this man so rich that he could be so prodigal?

A gush of anger struck her for no reason… To earn the five million, she had to do everything others were unwilling to do, just to redeem her freedom. But some people could just be so prodigal, for money

was nothing to them. How could God be so unfair?

A bowl of steaming noodles was served on the table.

Cayne didn’t say anything and finished the noodles quickly, just as he had done last time.

“Mr. Cayne, a bowl of noodles is not that expensive.”

She slowly raised her head and then continued, “Why?”

Why did him spend ten hundred thousand on a bowl of noodles?

She wouldn’t believe it if someone tell her this before.

Cayne wiped her mouth, “You think it’s unworthy, but I don’t think so. I’m the customer, so it depends on me.”

His tone suggested what he meant: Your opinion was not important. I was the customer and I thought it was worthy.

“It’s late now. Mr. Cayne, let me send you off.”

A trace of interest flashed across Cayne’s brown eyes. If she had asked him to stay here or clung to him, he would have lost his interest in her… Hmm… She appeared to be more amusing in this manner.

Cayne stood up and walked towards the door. When he was about to leave, he quickly pushed aside her bangs and kissed the scar on her forehead again.

Grace glared at him, “Mr. Cayne! I remember that I’ve told you not to kiss my forehead!”

What was wrong with this man?

Couldn’t he understand others’ words?

“I’ve also told you: If you don’t treat your injury, it would get inflamed.”

“Just let it be! It’s none of your business!” She felt a tidal surge of emotions in heart and her cheeks flushed with anger. Grace glared at the stunning hunk in front of her, “Mr. Cayne, please don’t kiss my forehead again!”

“I see…” Cayne said softly, and then joked, “I can’t kiss you on your forehead, but then where am I supposed to kiss? Here?”

After finishing the words, he stooped down and rapidly kissed Grace on her lips.

Grace’s expression changed quickly. She suddenly asked, “Mr. Cayne, is the kiss included in the one hundred thousand you paid me?”

Cayne almost failed to hold back his laughter. The woman standing in front of him appeared to be meek, but it turned out that she was a little wild cat. Then… Things would be more interesting.

“The kiss is not included. But it includes the kiss on your forehead just now.” He replied with pleasure and then walked out of the door, waving, “Miss James, no need to send me off. I’m so delighted tonight. Thank you for your hospitality.”

Grace closed the door until she couldn’t hear Cayne’s footsteps from the corridor.

She caressed her forehead… It was aching.

But the doctor had told her that the she was recovering well and the injury would be healed soon.

Grace walked into the washroom and unfastened her clothes one by one. When the last layer of clothe was removed, her skinny and ugly body, which was full of hickeys, was revealed in the air.

In addition to the hickeys, some parts of her skin had been grazed by the bath towel… But the hickeys still remained on her body. She couldn’t wipe them off no matter how much might she had used.

At the downstairs, Cayne was not in a hurry to leave; instead, he looked up at the illuminated house through the window.

He took out a silky handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth again and again while walking, and then threw the handkerchief into a trash can with disgust when he walked pass it.

Leon once commented Cayne like this: Cayne was asking for sufferings. He knew that he would feel uncomfortable and disgusted when kissing others on the lips, but every time when he changed his prey, or precisely, the woman he wanted to chase after, he would pretend to be affectionate by kissing her on her lips, which would in the end disgust himself.

In the eyes of others, Cayne was a handsome, rich womanizer, but many women were still eager to have a romantic relation with him. But they didn’t know that Cayne was indeed a bigoted, unfaithful and cold-hearted man.

The amorous Cayne was the most indifferent person.

Cayne’s car had been parked by the roadside. He pulled open the door, seated himself in the driver’s seat, and then gunned the car without even looking back.