Chapter 50 Master’s Reply

After the violent cry, Chen Sirong clarified the source of his pain.

A man who works with her like that actually knows everything about her.

He's seen her naked body and how she masturbates.His fingers entered her body, and she once knelt at his feet and begged him not to leave.

How did he view her at work?

Grace, who was dressed well and reported seriously, had soft breasts and her labia were very sensitive.

Is her voice so much more serious when she reported at the moment than she was on the bed, and her underwear was pure white.

Before thinking about their emotional direction, a huge, irreversible fear and shame tightly wrapped Chen Sirong.

It's like being roasted naked on fire, now going back to the past and becoming a horror episode review.

Even though Chen Sirong knew that he did not intend to get close to her.

He had airborne to the convoy before they reached out.

But that fear and shame cannot disappear, especially Caesar appears before her.

His hands and feet had been so cold that they were numb, so Chen Sirong agreed to take a proposal to go to a cafe on the side of the road with him for a while.

Caesar asked Chen Sirong what to drink, but Chen Sirong only said whatever he wanted.

The waiter brought the cup and Chen Sirong took a sip and found it was Cappuccin.The warm and sweet liquid slid down her mouth, down to her heart, down to her stomach.

Have some sweet drinks and have a little fun.

They all know it now.

It was difficult to put down the coffee, and I looked up at Caesar.

But Chen Sirong still forced himself to look up at him.

The warm coffee shop is filled with cheerful background music.The coffee and desserts bring a calming taste, and he wants her to relax.

But how can Chen Sirong do it?

I don’t know how to swallow naturally, how to put coffee back on the table, and how to face him naturally if I speak naturally.

The body is instinctively stiff, as if it is on the verge of death.

Caesar asked her: Have you ever had lunch?

He respected her choice and returned to English.

I'll eat when I go home.Chen Sirong said.

Caesar: Have you eaten breakfast too?

Chen Sirong's lips were pursed tightly together and she didn't say anything.

Caesar took a deep breath and said slowly: Grace, I'll order some food. After you finish eating, I'll take you home. Can you?

Chen Sirong held each other tightly under the table and said in a flat voice: Don’t you have something to say to me?

I think I already know the answer.

Chen Sirong looked at him without saying a word.

Caesar stood his elbows on the dining table, looking at Grace.

Her eyes were still red, and she must have cried for a long time after she went back last night.

Before I came, I was not sure what she thought of herself now, but after seeing her with my own eyes, Caesar's heart seemed to be penetrated by an invisible silver needle, and blood was easily flowing out from his breath.

She was afraid of him.

She was afraid of him.

There is almost no need to think about the reason. A man who has long known her identity has always been by her side. No matter who knows the truth, he will feel deeply scared.

The feeling of powerlessness is overwhelming.

And Caesar cannot change this established fact.

After a moment of silence, Caesar said: You don’t have to worry about work, I will still be the same as before.

This is what she cares most about, he knows.

Chen Sirong nodded slowly.

Thank you.

How is your friend going?If you need a lawyer, I have a familiar candidate to introduce to you.

Chen Sirong shook her head: Sara has left, and the man has been arrested, she is already satisfied.

How is your friend's health?

Nothing bad.

And you?

What?Chen Sirong asked as if he had come back to his senses.

Grace, are you okay?Caesar asked.

Chen Sirong was silent for a while, then she slowly picked up the coffee cup.

He handed it to his lips, covering his face, and tears fell.

I couldn't drink a drop into my throat, my body resisted, and only more tears came out.

She no longer looked at Caesar, but kept the coffee cup against her mouth, not caring about how embarrassed she was.

Caesar, talking to you now is a very difficult thing for me, you know?

Her body trembled slightly, but she was no longer willing to do these seemingly innocent pretendings with him.

Tears slid down to the lips, tasted the bitter and salty taste.

When I think of you know who I am from the beginning... You asked me to buy coffee, I asked me to invite... You enter the house, I mistake you for the master... Later, when we met and worked, how did you view me... When I complained to... You, how did you view me... Caesar, I can't think of these problems at all. Every detail backtrack will drive me crazy. I am so ignorant that it is shameful, and I am willing to be played with by you in my palms.

Tears also fell into the sweet Cappuccin. Chen Sirong put down the coffee, took the tissue on the table with her hands, and pressed it heavily under her eyes, covering her breathing that was difficult to calm.

I feel like a clown, like living in Truman's world. Before I knew who you were, I didn't even think anything was wrong, but I didn't expect that you were always by my side... I know, it's not your fault, but I can't...

Chen Sirong covered her cheeks with a tissue. She cried very restrainedly and her voice was calm from beginning to end.

Only her shoulders that had been twitching had undoubtedly revealed her pain.

Grace, Caesar's voice trembled slightly, but he quickly calmed down and said slowly, "I have never had any intention of playing with you in my palms."During working hours, you will never have any contempt or contempt for you because of the matter between us.

Chen Sirong held the wet tissue tightly in his hand and hung off his legs.

She said: Is that true?But she only looked at the cold table.

When I was not at work, did I think of how I masturbated and orgasm in front of you naked?

Grace, it is also unfair to me to judge me with such negative guesses.

Chen Sirong pursed her lips and choked slightly, and she said: Sorry.

Grace, I should say sorry to you.Caesar handed her a tissue again, but I never had any contemptuous opinion of you.

……Thanks.Chen Sirong could hardly make any sound again, she said, but...I want to go home, can I?

She was unwilling to continue the topic here, nor was she willing to lose her composure in the cafe.

The two quickly walked out of the cafe. Caesar hoped to send Chen Sirong downstairs, but Chen Sirong did not refuse.

The morning is still sunny, but now it has become cloudy.

The fallen leaves formed a huge whirlpool under the action of the wind, and Chen Sirong felt that he seemed to be standing there too.

I don’t know where to go next, and I don’t know which direction is the right direction.

The two of them were speechless all the way and soon walked downstairs of Chen Sirong.

Chen Sirong was unable to meet his gaze anymore, so he just lowered his head and said thank you, and was about to leave.

Caesar shouted softly behind her: Grace.

Chen Sirong stopped but did not look back.

There are no pedestrians passing by at the empty stairs.

The scene that fell into Chen Sirong's eyes gradually blurred as his voice:

Grace, I'm sorry for everything that happened.But from now on, I will take a step back and not force you to make any decisions.

But I didn't tell you the reply last time, so I still want to say it today.

The owner's reply was: So did me.C's reply was: So did me.Caesar's reply is also: so do me.