After saying these words, Caesario did not even look at me again, he got up and walked out to the door.
The moment he opened the door, he spoke in a cold voice.
"You were the one who rejected me. Don't go to Grandpa and cry about me ignoring you, otherwise I will find you even more disgusting."
After the man left, the room returned to silence. I wiped my lips hard, trying to wipe off the scent of him that was on me.
Caesario and I had loved to each other.
On the day of my sweet seventeen birthday party, Caesario, who was twenty years old, stood in front of me, with a blush on his cheeks.
"Serena, will you be with me?"
"Don't worry, I will treat you well."
Looking into his evasive eyes, my heart softened and I immediately nodded.
In the following two years, Caesario almost held me in his palm, wishing to pluck all the stars in the sky in front of me.
Until I was twenty years old, Leander called us over.
"Caesario, Serena, you have both reached the age to get married. I will choose a good day to hold your wedding."
From that day on, Caesario's attitude towards me took a sharp turn for the worse and he looked at me with impatience and disgust.