Married Senior Cunning

Chapter 12's

"Ah, yes. I forgot I was in the room of a young and beautiful woman like you."

Kyla gulped her saliva as Caesar slowly stepped towards the window. He panicked how. Wanted out the window, but the edge of his shirt got stuck in the frame. Damnit damnit! He could end up in Caesar's hands if this is the way.

"S-while! Don't come near or—"

"Or what, honey?"

"I-I'll jump from here!" kyla was nervous.

"Snake out? Do you dare?"

Kyla gulped her saliva rough. Given the distance from his bedroom window to the ground was quite high, his guts were instantaneous. He couldn't possibly have died silly from suicide at home. That's a stupid thing.

"No, anyway," answered Kyla honestly. Either way, Kyla is actually too plain or honest.

"Hahaha, you are. Don't make me angry dong!" Caesar placed the folds of his stocky arms on the chest of his field.

"Kan, you asked."

"Yes. Ah, nevermind. Anyway, you don't call me Caesar, yeah."

Kyla frowned confused.

"I should call you Varo? Or is there another call?"

Caesar was again broken. He approached Kyla who was still stuck in the window sill. The girl just gawked. The panic disappeared somewhere.

"Down, Honey! Let's talk for a minute" Caesar said softly.

It's a fine finger of Kyla's. Unfortunately, he gets a rejection from Kyla. Yeah, a rejection she never got from another girl.

"I can go down by myself!" push Kyla.

The girl limped down the window sill. Her tiny legs climbed on the floor of the still-cold room. He walked to the side of the bed, sitting there staring at Caesar full of hatred.

Caesar followed Kyla. He sat next to the blonde girl. One breath he took before he started talking. Her eyes stared intensely at Kyla, making Kyla flirt with her misdeeds.

"I am your senior. It would be impolite if you just called me by name."

"Then what should I call you?"

"Call brother. Wanna?" bargain Caesar while playing his thick brows.

Kyla's stomach suddenly became nauseous when she heard Caesar's speech. Look how overconfident Caesar is. It's kind of ridiculous that seniority is brought into the realm of romance, isn't it? That's how Kyla thinks.

"Curtain!" Kyla gritted softly.

Unfortunately, it sounded in Caesar's sharp ears. A mischievous smile was shown Caesar on his lips. He was sure, Kyla would not call him that.

"Why, hm? Not want? What reason?" ask Caesar gently.

Kyla turned towards Caesar who was now smiling strangely.

"It's funny."

"Why is it funny? You making fun of me?"

"Don't bring seniority here. This is my house, Caesar!" kyla said firmly.

"Hey, listen. I am your senior. Don't argue!"

Kyla snorted as she pulled over to the end of the bed. His head was piled on the side of the bed. Resignedly. He was lazy to argue with a Caesar.

"Kyla, are you angry?"

The girl just kept quiet. The daydream drifted in no direction. His eyes glared at everything in front of him. Anywhere, as long as it's not for Caesar. Really, Kyla was fed up with this guy next to her.

"Kyla?" call Caesar again.

There was no answer, Caesar finally took the initiative to approach the girl. His sturdy hand was stretched out. He rubbed the blonde mane of the girl who was going to be his wife.

Yes, of course a rejection he got again. Kyla brushed aside the hand that was on her head. Caesar was almost wrathful, but he stopped because of the girl's words.

"Don't touch me, brother!"