Chapter 6 Date 2 Please Forgive Me
Kaka did not choose a more formal restaurant. He called the owner in advance and asked him to reserve a quiet and secluded place for him.
When the two arrived at the restaurant, it was still some time before dinner was served, so they did not disguise themselves. Apart from the boss coming over to ask for an autograph and take a photo, they were not discovered by anyone else.
When Kaka was signing for the boss, he noticed Rosalia was looking at him with a smile. He felt a little hesitant. After finally seeing off the enthusiastic boss, he quickly asked Rosalia:
"Is there something on my face?"
Rosalia supported her chin and looked at Kaka's face carefully, her eyes scanning from top to bottom like a scanner, not missing a single detail.
Rosalia kept rubbing her face while looking at Kaka, getting so restless that she was about to get up and go to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Then she spoke:
"No, he's always been handsome."
"But there's something on your face," Kaka pointed to the side of his face, "here."
Rosalia was startled. She turned her face and rubbed it with the back of her hand a few times, then asked, "Anything else?"
Kaka shook his head and made a circle on his face: "There's more here."
She rubbed it a few more times, but Kaka still shook his head. Rosalia was so angry that she ran to the bathroom to wash her face thoroughly.
Kakara held her, stood up, and put his hands on the table. He put one hand close to her, and when it was about to touch her cheek, he paused and asked softly:
"Can I?"
Rosalia nodded and moved her face closer to him: "Help me wipe it quickly."
Kaka stared at her face closely, held her chin with his other hand, and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips, whispering:
"there is none left."
He seemed to have just reacted, and suddenly retracted his hand, leaning back on the seat, rubbing his fingers in a corner where no one could see, as if he was savoring the moment.
Rosalia had a hunch that something was wrong. She narrowed her eyes, leaned over, took his hand and asked, "Let me see what it is." As she spoke, she pulled at Kaka's clenched fists twice.
Kaka kept laughing and suddenly opened his hands in front of her eyes, like setting off fireworks. He took advantage of the moment when Rosalia blinked, held her hand with his backhand, and rested his chin in her palm.
"I'm sorry, Leah, please forgive me." Kaka blinked and said pitifully, rubbing her palm with his chin.
Rosalia wasn't having any of this.
No way.
She was so happy that she held Kaka's face with both hands, squeezed his mouth into a small chicken mouth, and ravaged it a few times.
"Hello, the food is here."
Suddenly interrupted, Rosalia rubbed it twice more before hastily releasing her hand when the waiter brought the food.
Kaka was left dizzy, holding his face, as if the delicate and soft touch was still lingering there.
Rosalia coughed lightly and changed the subject as if nothing had happened: "Can you use chopsticks?"
Kaka raised the chopsticks in his hand and tapped them twice, waving his claws like a crab.
The dinner was very much to the taste of both of them. Even Rosalia, who usually ate very little at night, couldn't help eating until her stomach bulged.
She wiped her mouth with her napkin, leaned back in her chair, and suddenly said:
"Although yesterday's case has been closed, it does have many suspicious points. We've copied the surveillance footage back to the bureau's technical department for review." She paused. "They shouldn't be back for a while, but remember to lock all the doors and windows before going to bed, and cover any blind spots with surveillance."
Kaka also put down his chopsticks and nodded, saying, "Dad had someone install new surveillance cameras yesterday, and the community has also added more people to strengthen patrols."
Rosalia asked him again, "Was your cleaning team recommended by your teammates or your agent?"
"My father has always been my agent because he doesn't trust others," Kaka recalled. "It was Pippo who recommended the house cleaning company to me. After he came to Milan, they also took care of the house, from taking care of the garden to the chefs. It's all their company, not just me, but also several other teammates."
Rosalia hesitated, not knowing if it was appropriate to say this.
Player teams like this have always attached great importance to privacy. In order to prevent fanatical fans or extreme fans from doing anything, they will conduct thorough investigations and sign strict contracts before hiring a team.
Therefore, it is rare to see players being backstabbed. Otherwise, if the club is about to play a derby, and the chef at home is a cousin fan, and she gave the player a laxative the night before so that the player cannot get up, this kind of thing will be rampant and the police will not be able to catch them all.
"I always feel weird, why don't you change teams."
Kaka put down his chopsticks, frowning as he considered this. If his own team was in trouble, his teammates' homes must not be safe either. He had to think about how to talk to them and persuade Inzaghi and the others to switch teams as well.
Rosalia blinked. "Of course, if you consider your teammates' problems, you don't have to change them. Anyway, just be more careful."
Kaka replied seriously, "No, no, no, Leah, you are right. I will think about it carefully and persuade my teammates. I can't let them fall into unknown danger."
Rosalia has handled countless cases and met countless reporters, but she always encounters stubborn people of all kinds. Reporters like Kaka, who are obedient and considerate, are Rosalia's favorite type.
Rosalia stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom, wait for me a moment."
After saying that, she walked out. When she was blocked by the flower pots and couldn't see Kaka's table, she turned around, walked to the front desk, took out her credit card and said, "Check out."
The receptionist asked Rosalia for her table number, flipped through the bill, and shook his head. "Sorry, your table has already been paid. The boss specifically asked for payment in advance."
Rosalia double-checked that it was her table before putting her wallet away. She went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and when she returned, Kaka had already packed up. He hadn't pulled out his phone, but was staring intently at Rosalia's seat.
Rosalia waved her hand in front of his eyes: "I'm fine, shall we go?"
As a player's conditioned reflex, Kaka grabbed the hand in front of him, pulling Rosalia so that she was unstable. He quickly stood up and straightened her up, without letting go of his other hand, but naturally put it into his coat pocket.
But Kaka never looked at Rosalia's face. He looked straight ahead, his chin pointed towards the door: "Let's go."
He pulled Rosalia to leave, but he tugged at her and couldn't move her.
I pulled again, but it still didn't budge.
Kaka thought that he was too anxious and made Rosalia unhappy. He pursed his lips and relaxed his clenched hands for a moment.
Rosalia pulled her hand away, sternly holding Kaka's shoulder as he turned towards her: "Lower your head."
Kaka didn't ask any more questions and lowered his head obediently, then he felt the hood of his coat covering his hair. Seeing Rosalia was about to raise her hand again, he quickly lowered his head even deeper.
Rosalia tucked his exposed curly hair into the hat and adjusted the brim to hide Kaka's iconic face.
Finally, she patted Kaka's head gently: "Okay, let's go."
After saying that, she naturally put her hand back into Kaka's pocket, stuffed it into his still curled up palm, and probably hooked her fingertips.
Kaka immediately clenched his fist, put on a serious face, and tucked her collar with his other hand before leading people out.
The two parked the car in a familiar place again. This time, Rosalia didn't even try to open the car door. She leaned back in a comfortable position and waited for the other party to ask questions.
Unexpectedly, Kaka did not follow the previous routine. He pressed the door lock with a "click" and ran down to open the car door for Rosalia.
The two of them just stared at each other at the door.
Kaka put one hand on the door and the other on the seat. He tried to hold back, but couldn't help it and smiled foolishly: "I'm sorry."
Under Rosalia's dangerous gaze, he closed the car door, got back into the driver's seat, and used the hand gesture that was effective in blocking cameras on the court to cover the smile at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm sorry," he apologized again, "but I did want to ask."
Kaka raised his hand obediently like a child going to school, "Is it okay?"
"Excuse me."
"Do you live here?" Kaka was very curious, but he was afraid of being misunderstood as someone with ulterior motives, so he continued, "I don't mean anything else, it's just that I dropped you off here both times. What I actually wanted to ask is, aren't you from Milan?"
"I'm from Milan, but I had a fight with my family and was kicked out," Rosalia shrugged. "So I'm staying here temporarily while I wait for the agent to find me a house."
"Oh, so..." Kaka thought.
"What, you want to invite me?" Rosalia leaned over, her face getting closer and closer to Kaka, so close that Kaka could feel her breath spraying between her lips.
"I, I'm not..." Kaka stammered, as if everything he said was wrong, so he simply shut up.
As Rosalia laughed, Kaka buried his head in the steering wheel.
She seems to love seeing me make a fool of myself.
Kaka thought a little annoyed.
Rosalia took off his hat. This prone position made it easier for her to move. She purred his furry hair twice and patted it soothingly.
"Let's go Richie, be safe on the road."
She left without mercy, leaving behind the Camel and ruffling her hair, trying to feel what made her like touching her hair so much.
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