She Killed My Ex

Chapter 56 Interceding for Madison

Chapter 56 Interceding for Madison

People could go straight to the elevator through the passage. Driven by psychological effect or other factors, Caroline felt that this passage was full of nails, and she seemed to be stepping on nails.

Caroline was silent and followed Cyrus.

The elevator door was in front. Cyrus paused and bowed slightly to make a gesture to Caroline behind him. "Ms. Jameson, please get on the elevator."

"You." Caroline hesitated for a moment. She was not a nosy woman, but she took a look at Cyrus who wore a poker face. "Don't you go with me?"

"Mr. Shawn asked Ms. Jameson to go upstairs alone."

Cyrus still tugged at Madison's arm in his hand. Madison watched the elevator door close and hurriedly shouted, "Caroline! Please help me! I know you are kindhearted. You will intercede for me. Right?"

Cyrus looked at Madison disgustedly and turned to Caroline in the elevator and said, "Ms. Jameson, you owe her nothing."

Hence there was no need to plead with Mr. Shawn for such a woman.

When the elevator door closed, Caroline said seriously, "I know."

"I know. I don't owe Madison. I don't want to meet Bentley. I'm not going to beg him for mercy for Madison."

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When the elevator opened, she took a deep breath and breathed out. When she walked out of the elevator, she took a glance at the mirror in the elevator and noticed a pale face.

Perhaps, in other people's eyes, it was not a big deal to intercede with a man she once knew on behalf of another person.

However, for Caroline, it was more painful and humiliating than kneeling down.

"Mr. Shawn, I'm coming." For some reason, the lights in the living room were turned off, and only a few wall lamps were on. The light with cool color was dim and dark. Beside the French window, Bentley sat on the calfskin single sofa, with his arms on the armrest of the sofa. The lit cigarette between his hanging fingers extinguished.

She wanted to escape.

She did go back half a step unconsciously.

At this moment, Bentley chuckled. "Sit down."

He pointed to the other single sofa opposite him.

"You are not here to beg for mercy?"

"Yes." Caroline walked slowly and sat down opposite him.

"You are so obedient." However, the man uttered these words.

It was he who let her sit there, and it was he who said like that. It was clear that he was purposely making things difficult and mocking Caroline.

"You are Big Boss. I work for you, so I should be at your command."

The man sat on the sofa sneered at what she said. Being at his command?

Who?

Caroline? Ms. Jameson?

Bentley suddenly rested his chin in his hands on the armrest of the sofa languidly. His charming face was sideways and his eyes quietly fell on Caroline's face.

As time went by, Caroline began to fidget.

The man didn't take his eyes off her. The light was too dim for her to see the emotions in his eyes. Occasionally, she carefully raised her eyes and just make out him.

After several minutes, she was on tenterhooks. She couldn't help looking up and said, "Mr. Shawn, I have come to intercede for Madison."

She reminded the man to get down to business quickly.

Bentley said lazily, "I know. I'm waiting for you to speak."

Caroline paused for a while. After three or four seconds, she just understood that he had been sitting in front of her to wait for her to plead for Madison.

This situation was a bit embarrassing.

Her ears turned red instantly. She didn't know that her neck reddened as well, but the man opposite saw her actions clearly.

Inexplicably, something was burning in his long and narrow eyes.

"I want to beg for Madison."

"Get to the point." Bentley said in a low and hoarse voice.

"Can you spare her?"

The man slightly lifted his lips with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. "Caroline, should I compliment you on your kindness? She hurt you, but you still intercede for her? She didn't kill you today, and you're going to give her another chance to kill you again? How can I describe you? Ms. Jameson, I remembered you used to be decisive. When did you become such a hypocritical person? "

Caroline bowed her head, but her eyes was filled with indifference. She was not Ms. Jameson any more.

"I don't know the person you mentioned."

The man squinted at her abruptly. She just denied herself in the past?

"Madison hurt you. She owned you! You come to implore me to spare her?"

Bentley's voice suddenly turned cold. "It has nothing to do with me that you want to show your magnanimity, but what can you do to intercede for her? Kneel down?"

Then he smiled sarcastically. "Caroline, your knees are worthless now."

"I know." Caroline said in a husky voice and raised her head.

"My body."

Bentley suspected that he was temporarily deaf. "What? Say it again."

"I will spend the night with Mr. Shawn tonight."

"What? You mean you're going to sleep with me?"

"Yes."

Although what Bentley said was rude and Caroline didn't adapt, she still nodded her head.

Keeping her head low, she was waiting for Bentley's choice and verdict.

On the sofa, Bentley was staring at Caroline in front of him, even though he could only see the top of her head from his angle. He stared at her head severely, with inexplicable anger spreading all over his body.

He suddenly stood up.

Caroline felt a mighty strength came over. When she came out of her trance, she had been pressed deep into the sofa by Bentley.

"Mr. Shawn, let go of me."

Hearing this, Bentley said angrily and coldly, "Didn't you say you are going to beg me at the cost of your body?" He growled at Caroline, "Good! Caroline, I give you this chance!"

He kissed her rudely without gentleness, which was more like punishment.

After a kiss, he suddenly lifted his neck and squinted at her, gnashing his teeth to ask in a low voice, "I ask you for the last time. Do you really want to humiliate yourself for such a bad woman?"

"Mr. Shawn, I beg you."

Bentley smiled, and his laughter was so cold. "Caroline, you don't deserve anyone to treat you well! You are not qualified!"

Caroline hung her eyelids, but her trembling eyelashes still revealed her dull pain. Bentley, you knew nothing!

Did you know how I felt when someone died because of me? Delores lost her life in that cold prison. She was the only one who was nice to me!

Bentley, I was suffering from owing a life! For me, the world was no different from hell.