Caesar stood up and calmly asked Francis, "Can you let my Omega go now?"Francis had no power to stop Caesar's actions. He was immersed in shock, the carved eagle head at the bottom of his cane touching the floor. Before entering the Prime Minister's residence, these children's backgrounds had gone through DNA tests and detailed investigations, confirming that Lola was indeed the biological child of the rebel leader at that time.The members who confessed at that time also identified Lola and could even provide evidence of Lola's birth. However, the latest blood sample for genealogy showed that she was not an Asti tribesperson.These contradictory results left Francis baffled, feeling as if he had inadvertently overlooked something.Caesar finally reached out and, through his glove, grasped Lola's hand, "Let's go."Since hearing the results, this beautiful little waste had been like a computer with its CPU removed, ceasing to function, her mind empty, and her expression dull. When Cae
Lola's tearful red eyes and cold hands did not evoke Caesar's empathy. The heartless man who could not understand Lola picked her up from the rose bushes.Her feet were covered with wet, muddy soil, and there were traces of scratches from the roses on her calves. The marks were few and fortunately, they did not bleed, just faintly tinged with red.Like a fallen flower, the scent of jasmine on her had faded to the point where it was almost unnoticeable. After a night soaked in dew, Caesar brought the lonely, muddy, and rose-scented creature back to his bedroom.This was the first time in three months that Lola had entered his bedroom. Since the first night when she had come, Caesar had forbidden her from entering his room.Lola hugged Caesar's neck, and sat on his leg, shivering, and sneezing nonstop. The tip of her nose was red, it was unclear whether it was due to the cold wind or from crying for too long.Lowering her eyes, Lola silently stared at the layout of the room. Caesar's be
Lola, with tears in her eyes, wrote a billion on the check. Before she could finish drawing the last circle, a pair of large hands reached from behind, grabbing her hand and mercilessly pulling the check away, tearing it in half.Lady Salleri called out, "Caesar!"Lola's crying choked a little, and she softly said, "General~"Caesar politely nodded to his mother and then carried Lola away. Lola's stomach was just propped up by Caesar's shoulder. Her head was facing down, and a strong urge to vomit and dizziness came over her. However, it didn't affect her ability to communicate with Caesar in a soft voice: "I was just trying to tell Lady Salleri that my love for you cannot be erased by a mere check...""To show my sincerity, I was even prepared to write a high price on it and then tear it apart in a whoosh...""General, you smell so good today. What kind of aftershave did you use?"...No matter how much Lola chattered, Caesar didn't speak. She was mercilessly thrown back into her roo
After carefully weighing the pros and cons, Lola decided to accept this label quietly. She had been educated in traditional aristocratic ways and later attended military school, where she had received rigorous counter-surveillance training.It was challenging for Lola to discover more details from Caesar's clothes, as they were nearly spotless, except for the occasional barely noticeable stains.Caesar's clothes carried only his pheromone scent. Lola closed her eyes, covered her face with his shirt and trousers, and tried to find more information. For example, there was a tiny, almost indistinguishable trace of Mayflower pollen on Caesar's pants hem. The Mayflower, deep blue and cold-resistant with a long blooming period, had once won a horticultural society garden excellence award. Many aristocratic families liked to plant this flower in their homes... But it was June to August, and it was impossible for the flower to bloom at this time unless cultivated deliberately in a greenhouse.
Caesar inquired, "Have you, perchance, doused your mind with water whilst bathing?"Lola, with a pitiable expression, implored, "Please, release me. I understand your reluctance, as our liaison is terribly immoral; I fear you may not wish our tryst to be discovered—"Caesar, at the end of his patience, declared, "Utter another word, and you shall join them."Submissively, Lola raised the car window, shrinking within the vehicle and resting her face against the glass, peering at the scene through it. Her heart pounded rapidly as the car radio, still on, broadcasted the day's news. A promising candidate with a groundswell of support was speaking.George Lampard—approachable and humble, hailing from the slums, excelling academically, maintaining a modest and stable image throughout his political career while also exhibiting an extraordinary iron-fisted prowess in governance.The ideal Prime Ministerial candidate, and an exceedingly obedient puppet.Lola's fingertips grazed the glass edge
Lola said, "You really don't have a single romantic in your body, do you, my dear General Caesar?"Caesar: "No one would be romantic with a little piglet."Lola turned around and punched Caesar's chest three times, saying, "Shut up, shut up, shut up."Lola gently tiptoed, barely touching the ground, spinning leisurely a few times. She hummed a song, an ancient Asti lullaby for lulling children to sleep.Caesar listened quietly as she finished humming, then asked, "What do the lyrics mean?"Lola looked down and replied, "Sleep, my baby, don't be afraid, close your eyes. When the sun rises, we'll all be safe."The air in winter was thin as if the oxygen had been frozen. Caesar looked down at Lola; her hair was shining brilliantly in the sunlight, like flowing gold.Caesar smiled, saying, "You should know, you're not an Asti."Caesar's tone was firm and unhurried, "Forget those foolish things, Lola."Lola instinctively hugged her arms, her shoulders slightly shrugging as she sneezed."It
during these days, Lola and Caesar sat down together for dinner for the first time.Lola didn't follow any table etiquette, but Caesar was obviously used to it. According to etiquette, frequently staring at a lady while eating was considered impolite. Lola endured it for half an hour. Thirty minutes, Caesar glanced at her fifteen times, with the longest gaze lasting 62 seconds and the shortest, 7 seconds.She couldn't take it anymore. She put her knife and fork back on her plate, the silver spoon and the clean white porcelain clashing, making a crisp, pleasant sound.Lola looked up, her brown curly hair with one stubborn strand sticking up, and confronted Caesar, asking, "What are you looking at? Is there a flower on my face?"Caesar replied indifferently, "No, I've never seen a young lady with such a big appetite."Lola leaned on the table with her elbow, holding her face, a look of longing in her eyes, "Wow, you actually called me a young lady, not a little piglet. Do you like me?"
Caesar could clearly feel Lola's hand trembling. She had always been unable to bear too much pain or blood loss, not because of being delicate, but because her unique nature prevented her from having a normal constitution.Under the moonlight, which was not much different from when they first met, Lola took a deep breath. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. But her voice was still suppressed and calm, "Can you let go of me now?"Caesar took the bunch of roses with the note attached, releasing her hand and looking at her silently. Lola's handwriting was beautiful, intelligent, and neat.Caesar had never been one for personal rituals; he wouldn't celebrate his birthday with lavish parties or stay up all night. On the contrary, every time his birthday approached, Caesar would be bothered by the need to refuse gifts.However, today he would not refuse this early gift.Lola gently gasped, her intact hand searching her body for a while, finally remembering sh