Caesar's Rose

Chapter 107

"I asked you a question, Rose," he snarled, adding to my uneasiness.

"N..no. I don't love anyone." I stuttered, lowering my gaze.

"No," he said, making me look at him.

He shook his head slightly. "Do you love Junior?"

"No. I don't love him." I said, my heart pounding faster.

"Good." He said, releasing his tightened fist on his spoon.

"You can't love him." He said, making me move my eyes to his.

"He is an irredeemable bully and a spoiled brat. You can't forget all you have been through because of him. Such person doesn't deserve your love, you hear?" He asked, looking at me with his green eyes that had never been scary.

I felt shivers running down my spine.

"Do you hear me, Rose?" He snarled.

"I want to go home," I said, gulping slightly.

His face twitched and softened.

"You haven't finished your ice-cream," he said.

"I lost my appetite," I said.

"Why?"

"Please, I want to go home. My mum will be worried about me." I said, feeling my legs weakening.

He scoffed, adding to my terror. His eyes are on his ice-cream, moving his spoon in it.

"Your mum is at my company. Remember?" He asked, looking at me.

I forgot that.

I don't want to be here anymore. I want to go home.

"Just finish your ice-cream."

"I don't want...."

"Finish. Your. Ice-cream." He ordered.

I nodded slightly, scared to the least as I moved my spoon on my ice-cream.

"And I will have them package some for you to take home." He added, eating his ice-cream.

I glanced at him.

My palms were becoming sweaty, but I managed to comport myself and finish my ice-cream.

Time went by, and we were heading towards the car. He followed me towards the passenger seat and opened the door for me.

"Thank you," I muttered as I entered the car. He closed the door, making me flinch a little.

I let out a sigh as I grabbed the seat belt and buckled it. He got into the driver's seat and closed the door after him.

"Seat belt," he trailed off after he saw the seat belt on me.

He fixed his and started the car. We hit the road.

I fiddled with my fingers as I counted internally, waiting patiently to get home and away from him.

But.....why does he give me the creeps?

I have never felt this way around him before.

What has gotten into him?

I sensed him looking my way, making my heart pick up.

I moved my gaze towards the window.

"I am sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable," he said.

I didn't respond but rested my gaze on the structures we were driving past.