Domineering Lover novel Chapter 547

Caesar never said like this in the past. He seemed to have changed since their meeting again.

There was something called tenderness in his usual domineering and bossy manners.

'Tenderness? Does this man know it? He is as cold as ice, except on the bed.'

When Rose was still in thought, Caesar sent the porridge before her mouth. The familiar flavor fled into her nostril, and Rose still doubted that Caesar remembered her taste.

"Open your mouth." The man ordered coldly. One might find a trace of tenderness in this cold order if listening carefully.

"Lord Caesar, people change, and in the past two years I've not..." Before Rose could finish her sentence, the man sent the porridge into her mouth and bent down to kiss her lips.

'Da*n it! He still takes me as that silly woman who bends at his will!' A hint of rage flashed past Rose's eyes.

Caesar pried up her mouth. Together with the flavors of the porridge, their familiar breaths spread in both mouths.

Rose swallowed the porridge, but their tongues still got entangled just as their fates entangled until death set them apart.

Rose gave a hard push on Caesar. There was still passion in her eyes, and her indignant expression made Caesar feel horny.

"I know you didn't have breakfast yet. If you don't eat, I'll feed you mouthful by mouthful. You know me." Caesar licked his lips, and a smile appeared at the corner of his cold mouth.

The smiling face dazzled Rose as the iceberg melted, and the sunlight penetrating the car window gilded the man some warmth.

Rose's heart beat faster. The man was already appealing with a poker face. And his smile was like thousands of flowers blossoming before her eyes, "Da*n it, who is he trying to seduce with this smile!"

If still in the past, Rose would have thrown herself on Caesar at this smile, but now...

She took over the hamper silently, "Since it is an order from Lord Caesar, how could I refuse?"

Caesar turned cold, as Rose alienated herself from Caesar with that formidable address deliberately. He felt displeased at her estrangement, even if they broke up long ago.

"Don't call me Lord Caesar." It was another cold order.

"What should I call you? People keep calling you by that address." The woman put on a seductive smile, which was also heartless.

However, Caesar knew that this was a disguise of Rose, who got hurt badly in their last relationship, and now she tried to protect herself from getting hurt again.

'Rose, sorry for the hurts I gave you.'

"You know what I like." Caesar's voice became low.

Swallowing the porridge in her mouth, Rose leaned over to Caesar and breathed in his ear, "Lord Caesar, should I call you Caesar?"

The seductive voice was like a kitten scratching his heart gently.

How could Caesar forget their fights on the bed, where the woman pressed herself against his chest tightly, and her fingertips left marks on his back?

Her hair was in a mess, and she called him Caesar when gasping for breath, which never failed to stir his erotic feelings.