Lilian left hurriedly and made her way to the nearest bathroom. Stepping inside, she shut the door behind and moved over to the mirror.
Her face fell.
The dinner was exhausting. She wanted to leave, but she needed to spend at least an hour here, otherwise, she would not be fulfilling her own end of the deal.
"Just a little bit more, and then I can get out of here and never look back." Exhaling, she adjusted her dress. Then she walked back to the door and pulled it open to leave, only to bump into a hard chest that staggered her on her feet.
"Hiss."
She lifted her hand to rub her forehead. Her nose twitched. That scent… It was a scent that this body knew all too well.
She quickly raised her head and came face-to-face with Caesar, who stared down at her with a dark gaze.
"You…" Lilian blinked severally. "What are you doing—!"
Caesar grasped her wrist. He shoved her back into the bathroom and closed the door behind them, locking it. He slammed her against the wall, pinning her there, and then he glared into her face.
"You nemesis. Are you happy? I'm sure you must be!"
"What did you just call me?" Lilian gazed up at him. He towered above her. Her chest pounded. "And what is the meaning of this? What exactly do you think you're doing?"
"What do I think I'm doing?"
"Let go!" She wriggled her wrist. "Caesar… let go… Let go of me!"
"Your phone, give it to me," Caesar demanded.
Lilian glared daggers at him. "Let go!"
"Give it."
She wouldn't. Her right free hand that held that phone clenched harder. "What right do you have to ask me for it? I don't want to and I'm not going to give it."
She was too stubborn. There was getting nowhere with her, and so Caesar no longer bothered to waste his words. He snatched her free hand and pried the cell phone out of her grasp.
"Caesar! You bastard!" Lilian tried to reach for it.
Caesar raised the hand. He was much taller than her. What could she do, other than fume?
Her body trembled in agitation.
Just before her eyes, the man swiped her phone. Lilian never changed the password, and by how easily he got into it, it was clear the original soul had never hidden the password from him.
"What are you doing?" she questioned.
Caesar did not waste his words.
He went into the messages and unblocked himself. He proceeded over to every other social site where she'd erased him and found his way back. He restored his number that she'd not only blocked but deleted as well.
And then, he locked eyes with her. It was so cold that it felt like it could freeze her.
"Do you think I just won't block you again?" Lilian asked. "Give the phone back."
"And if I don't?"
"You keep provoking me, damn it!" The last string holding together her temper snapped. She lifted her leg and landed a kick directly to that deadly place, upon his family jewels.
Caesar felt blood rush to his head. He had a high pain tolerance, but even then, his body threatened to keel over. He only forced himself to keep standing, however, the grip he had on her wrist had loosened.
Using this opportunity, Lilian escaped him. She reached for the phone, but he stepped backward. She followed him, and they broke into a fit of struggle over the phone.
Naturally, Caesar had the advantage. Not only was he bigger than her, he had the height advantage. Just what could she possibly do?
"You…! Give it back! What is–"
He tripped.
Caesar tripped on his feet, proceeding to fall back. Lilian, who'd been engaged in a mindless struggle with him, was pulled, falling ahead with him. She landed on top of him.
Caesar, who'd not only taken an impact to the back of his body and head, also proceeded to receive a headache-inducing hit on his nose from the collision with Lilian's forehead. His nose bled immediately.
Lilian pulled back. She hissed in pain and rubbed her forehead. She felt a headache.
"What is your nose made of, iron? That hurts…"
She paused. The rest of her words faded. Her gaze had fallen to his nose, which really was bleeding profusely.
"You…"
Quickly, she scrambled off him. Then reached forward for her phone and snatched it from his loose grip. She rose to her feet, shoulders rising and falling in heavy breathing.
Caesar sat up on the floor. He touched his nose and smeared the heavy blood against his fingers. "I should be the one asking if your forehead is made of iron."
He met her gaze. She was staring at him, specifically at the blood with an odd expression on her face. One could almost think she felt bad. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
She did not answer.
"Let me ask you." He began, "You came here because of me, no? Then why are you acting so hard?"
These questions seemed to have finally snapped Lilian out of whatever trance she'd been in. Her face immediately squeezed. "Just who do you think you are?" Her tone sounded rougher than it usually would. "I know you are so wealthy, you don't lack women, and your ego is over the roof. But let me tell you, you'd better tone it down. You saw me here today merely because I was paid! Otherwise I'd never want to see your irritating face."
And with that, she left. She did not look or even stop to say goodbye to the rest of the family. She directly exited the Stoman family house.
On that bathroom floor, however, Caesar remained seated. A complicated expression was etched onto his face.
"Damned woman!" he spat.