She Killed My Ex

Chapter 134 Forcing Her Step by Step

Chapter 134 Forcing Her Step by Step

"You said that Ms. Jameson kept shouting my name in her dreams?" If he didn't misunderstand it, the name "Deloris" that she shouted was his name. Deloris had a weird look. Could it be that he was too charming? After all, he had only met Caroline once when Antonio brought her to their gathering.

"Bentley, did she really shout Deloris?" Deloris' curiosity had overwhelmed everything and he asked though it was indeed an act of seeking death.

The person at the other end of the line ended the call before Deloris could finish his words.

"Hello? Hello? Bentley Shawn, you haven't answered my question!"

It wasn't the first time that he heard her shouting "Deloris" in her dreams. Who else could it be if it was not Deloris Sawyer?

Bentley bent his fingers and casually tapped the desk of the meeting room. The next second, he suddenly paused in his movements and then called Cyrus, "Go investigate if there is a man called Deloris in the prison."

It was apparent that although Bentley couldn't confirm if there was a man called Deloris by Caroline's side three years ago, he was sure about one thing she had been shouting this name in her dreams after being discharged from prison. Then, this clue pointed to a place the prison where she had stayed for three years!

He turned around and went back into the office.

The woman on the couch was in a sound sleep, showing no sign of waking up.

He sat down behind the desk of the office. His secretary walked in and greeted, "Mr..."

Then she saw the man sitting behind the desk lift his index finger to signal her to keep quiet and glance at the couch. She followed his gaze and found a woman sleeping on the couch. She immediately understood and nodded profusely.

She shushed and walked toward the desk. But the sound of her high heels hitting the ground could still be heard. This poor secretary received a cold, stern glance from the man behind the desk and her heartbeat quickened. She was so scared that she immediately tiptoed.

Probably only women could understand that tiptoeing on high heels of eight centimeters was one of the ten cruelest tortures in the world.

After a while, she finally reached the desk. She put the document in her hand on the desk and said in a low voice, "Mr. Shawn, this document requires your signature."

The secretary watched her boss sign his name in a stroke, feeling bitter. It was very busy for her boss to sign his name, but it was really suffering for her to tiptoe to the desk and then tiptoe to the door.

But by the way, it was the first time that she found her iceberg boss being so concerned about her person. She looked over the couch out of curiosity and was disappointed the next moment.

It was such an ordinary girl.

But she thought the girl familiar as she studied further. She studied her more carefully after having this doubt. The more she looked at her, the more she felt her familiar.

She couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Mr. Shawn, she looks so similar to Ms. Jameson."

Probably because she didn't lower her voice as she was too shocked, or probably because the air- conditioning's temperature was too low, the woman on the couch slowly opened her eyes. Her mind was still blank when she opened her eyes.

She blinked her eyes and looked at the front. Then she looked around. When she saw Bentley who was sitting behind the desk, she immediately sobered up.

"Caroline, come over." The man behind the desk waved at her.

Both Caroline and the secretary were dumbfounded.

"Ms. Jameson?" The secretary exclaimed.

Caroline shivered when she spotted disbelief in the secretary's eyes.

"Are you Caroline?" It seemed like the secretary still couldn't believe this. She strode to the couch.

Caroline's face turned paler and paler. She couldn't face herself when being studied in disbelief.

It seemed like her gaze was constantly reminding her of all those embarrassment and sufferings she had experienced over the three years. She wanted to live with self-esteem. She also wanted to live with her pride and dignity.

"Ms. Beckham." Caroline forced an awkward, pale smile and greeted, "Long time no see."

Even her greeting sounded hollow and awkward.

Maria Beckham couldn't believe that the woman before her was that confident Caroline!

"How did you..." She wanted to ask Caroline how she became like this, but she stopped because she suddenly realized that it was inappropriate to ask so. Feeling a bit awkward, she said, "Ms. Jameson, please excuse me. I need to go on with my work."

She escaped from the president's office after finishing her words.

Bentley had stood up without Caroline's notice. He walked toward her, raised his wrist to check the time, and said, "Let's go. It's almost time. Let's go downstairs for lunch." All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

When thinking that she would have to go through the torture of being studied by a group of people, which she had experienced this morning, Caroline lost the courage to walk out of the office. With her head bowed, she refused in a hoarse voice, "I'm not hungry."

Bentley raised his brows and said, "But I am."

"I don't want to eat anything. I feel uncomfortable and don't have any appetite. I'll just skip the lunch."

Bentley could tell that this woman was trying to escape with a glance. He said calmly, "Oh, you feel uncomfortable? All right, then I'll send you to the hospital."

With that, he took out his phone and dialed a number. "Anderson, are you in the hospital now?"

When he asked the question, the woman on the couch suddenly reached out and tugged at his sleeve with great force. A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. He didn't expect that his call to Anderson would make her anxious. Being caught off guard, he stumbled forward. Having anticipated this accident, he hurriedly reached out the other hand and swiftly put his hand on the back of the couch to support himself.

"Hello? Hello?" Anderson was still holding his phone beside his ear. He asked with confusion written all over his face, "I'm still on duty. Bentley, are you on the line?"

"Oh, I see. I will..." His mouth was covered by a small hand.

A hint of astonishment flashed across his eyes. He looked down, landing his gaze on the woman below him, and gazed at her with a meaningful smile. He then raised his phone and pointed downstairs with a finger. He was asking her to choose with his action. To go to the hospital? Or to go downstairs for lunch.

For Caroline, she wanted neither of them.

"We... We can order take-outs." She made a concession and looked at him with a pair of begging eyes. She really didn't want to meet those eyes. She was originally living in a dark world, so why did he have to force her to walk to the sunshine?

Bentley raised his brows without making any comments. Anderson who was at the other end of the line shouted, "Bentley, are you together with Caroline? She's by your side, right? Answer me!"

Anderson asked anxiously. But Bentley reached out his thumb and ended the call.

Anderson could only hear a busy tone. He looked at his phone with astonishment filling his eyes. After a long while, he finally cursed, "Shit!"

Bentley was still gazing at the woman below him. He looked down at her hand which was covering his mouth. Caroline looked over following his gaze and finally realized that she was covering his mouth. In a panic, she wanted to take back her hand.

But Bentley suddenly grasped her wrist. Caroline looked over. He was gripping her wrist with his head slightly bowed. The next moment, he gently kissed her palm.

Caroline suddenly felt her palm burning!