His Domineering Lover

Caesar found it funny that one should choose such a way to correspond. He took over the letter and sized it up.

There was no handwriting on the envelope.

In the envelope, there was a postcard with the Eiffel Tower on it.

Caesar turned the letter to the back and saw the familiar handwriting, which made him dumbfounded.

"Cesar, I'm back."

Each twinkle and smile of that person had long been engraved in the depths of his mind, not to mention her handwriting.

"It's impossible. How could a dead come back to life?"

There was a line of small words at the end. 'TH wait for you in the Dreamy Valley."

"Master, what did it say?" The assistant also turned around and saw Caesar's shocked expression.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

"Who sent this letter?" Caesar tightly grasped the postcard, and the knuckles of his fingers turned white due to excessive strength.

"A seven or eight-year-old child handed it over to the security and said that it's essential that it gets delivered in your hands."

A picture appeared in Caesar's mind. He held a woman tightly in his arms on a land of grass spotted with dead bodies.

"Everly, nothing will happen to you. I'll save you."

"If I make it out of this, can you and I go to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower?"

"Okay, yeah, we are making out of this, I promise you that, and I'll go anywhere you wanna go with you. Rescue's on the way, you just hang on."

"Cesar..."

Caesar thought that he had long forgotten those things and the woman. But as he got in contact with something related, remotely related even, he would realize that she had been always in his head. "Prepare the car."

"Yes, Master."

No matter who was playing a prank on him, he could never forgive a joke played on him using someone who had already passed away.

Caesar got in the car with the postcard, "To Dreamy Valley." "Master, are you going to the hot springs? It will take two hours to get there. You want me to drive you to a nearer and better one?" "Cut your bulls*it." Caesar tightened his grip on the postcard.

During the two hours of car ride, Caesar was thinking about that person, every little piece of their memory.

The Dreamy Valley was located at the foot of a mountain named Dreamy Mountain, which was full of different flowers all year round.

In spring, there were peach blossoms everywhere, and in summer, lush trees. It was known as the Paradise on Earth for its unworldly scenery.

And the spring there got the same name as the valley. There were springs out in the open and ones inside. A lot of couples chose to travel here because there were exclusive hot spring pools for two. Caesar got to the hot spring. It was quiet around the hot spring. It was obvious that someone had booked the whole place.

By the time he entered the Japanese-style courtyard, there were already people waiting at the door.

"Excuse me, is it Mr. Peterson?"

"Aye." Caesar said coldly.

"The person you wish to meet is inside. Please follow me."

Caesar followed her into the depths of the courtyard until he stopped in front of the two tightly shut wooden doors.

"Mr. Peterson, please go ahead." The woman retreated.

Caesar wanted to see who the person who had been playing tricks behind the scenes was. How could whoever it was make fun of a dead person?

Pushing the door open, he saw the back of a woman in a kimono in the house decorated like a traditional Japanese living room.

She was wearing a pink cherry blossom kimono with a Japanese-styled hair bun on her head.

Caesar's heart tightened the moment he saw this figure.

"Who are you? Why are you doing all this?"

The woman put down the comb in her hand and slowly turned around as Caesar's eyes fixed on her.

When his eyes fell on the woman's face, the postcard and flower in Caesar's hand fell to the ground.

Wearing a pair of wooden clogs, the woman approached him step by step and squatted down to pick up the postcard.

She looked at him with a smile and said, "Caesar, I'm back."

Caesar still hadn't recovered from the shock, "You... are not dead?"

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recovering for the past few years."

Caesar's eyes were full of complicated emotions, "So what if you are alive? It doesn't change the fact that you were a spy! You might still be, for all I know!"

This was the most unacceptable thing for him. The woman he once loved was actually a spy from another country.

The woman seemed to have expected what he would say, so she stepped forward and stood in front of Caesar. "Caesar, that's all in the past."

"The past? All the brothers that I brought with me died in your hands, and what you think telling me that it's all in the past's gonna bring them back from their tombs? Everly, you know what, you just drove yourself into

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Caesar thought of the bloody night and grabbed Everly's neck with one hand.

Everly did not struggle. Instead, she allowed Caesar to grab hold of her neck. "Caesar, I know you blame me. I owe you an explanation all this while."

"No, that's not what you owe me, what you owe me is your pathetic, despicable life!" Caesar tightened his fingers.

"Yes, I was a spy in the past, but did I have the right to choose? I was born as a tool of my father.

He made me the most powerful spy to serve the country."

"You have your own country, and I have my own country. We are all doing our jobs for our country. Do you dare to say that there is no blood on your hands?"

"At least I didn't use the love given by others so meanly as a bargaining chip. Everly, you are so cruel."

"Have you forgotten how Mill called you sister-in-law? How could you have done that?"

Caesar exuded a strong murderous aura, just like the moment he found out the truth.

"Caesar, I have a heart and my heart pumps with blood just like yours. Even if I don't expect you to believe me, I will tell you that I really regarded them as my friends. "But my father gave me the order to do it. He said that as long as I did it, he would never force me again."

"I can only blame myself for falling in love with you. I wanted to have a future with you. I had to do that."

"But it all turned out to be nothing but a lie from my father. His real plan was to get rid of you altogether."

"I risked my life to save you. I thought I would never see you again, but His Almighty Grace let me live again."

The blue veins on the back of

Caesar's hand popped up. He looked at the woman in his hand. She was much more mature than a few years ago. Her face was still the same as the innocent person who called him Caesar so sweetly back in that year.

He closed his eyes and did not want to see this face again. As long as he saw her, he would think of the bloody night.

Many people died that night.

"Caesar, if you were me, between your country and friends, which would you choose?"

Which to choose? The first day he enlisted, he was told and he firmly believed that nothing outweighed his country.

It was his duty to sacrifice himself for the country if it ever came to that. If it were him, what would he choose? He believed he would do the same thing as Everly did. This was their fate, their inevitable, undeniable fate.

As if she could read his mind, Everly continued, "I've not been doing well these years. As long as I shut my eyes, Mill's and the others' faces would appear in my mind."

"I wake up every night from the most terrifying nightmares you can ever imagine. Death doesn't scare me, what scares me is the fact that I'll see Mill when I go to hell."