Chapter 1029

Pompeii slowly raised his head and looked up at the ceiling. Over the years, Pompeii had encountered countless women, yet he rarely remembered what they looked like. He couldn't even recall the face of the tanned Latina beauty he had spent a wonderful night with the day before yesterday... He only remembered that the woman possessed a pair of long, athletic, and powerful legs that wrapped around his waist like a python constricting its prey. Yet, more than twenty years had passed, and he still remembered the face of the woman named Gulveig. He remembered what she looked like... To say that Caesar inherited his handsome looks was inaccurate; Caesar actually resembled his mother in many ways, as he himself certainly didn't possess this much sense of justice. His sense of responsibility and gentleness had been passed on to Caesar by her. Looking at Caesar's face, Pompeii would always think of that woman on the hospital bed.