Chapter 34: Beautiful face

Chapter 34 - Beautiful face "This..." Ramsey watched the bloody scene before him, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face. The last time President Luther had an attack, it was out of no choice that the Madam had to witness such a scene. But now, President Luther was fully conscious. "What?" Sinclair lifted his eyes, looking at Ramsey with a seemingly amused but not quite smiling expression. "Do I need to repeat myself?" Meeting those unfathomably deep eyes, Ramsey stiffened. "No, no need. I will invite the Madam in right away." With that, he turned around and left. Meanwhile, Sinclair continued to meticulously clean his fingers. Part by part, with great precision. As if, these hands had touched something disgustingly filthy. His downcast onyx eyes held a chill that was hard to decipher. What kind of expression would this woman have when she sees herself as terrifying in her lucid moments as when she is in the throes of sickness? Would her dreams of being forever with herself turn into nightmares? Sinclair's mouth hooks up in a cold, self-deprecating smile. "President Luther--" Accompanied by Ramsey's voice, Camilla walked in. She is wearing a white, long, strapless nightgown. Her fair skin and exquisite face under the illumination of the light give an increasingly beautiful and gentle impression. It was completely out of place in the bloody scene in the room. Like an angel that mistakenly entered hell. Sinclair looked at Camilla, his pupils slightly sinking. Though they were very close, he felt distinctly that they were people from two completely different worlds. She was like a beam of light, while he lived in the shadows. The initial testing thoughts faded away, and a vague emotion that Sinclair couldn't quite put into words arose in his heart. Just as he was about to have Ramsey take her away, Camilla walked directly towards him and spoke softly. "It's getting late, time to go back and rest." She originally wanted to say that it was time to return for her acupuncture treatment. But she couldn't disclose the fate of the Luna Family, fearing she might be overheard, so she quickly changed her mind. The feminine, soft, and unafraid tone of a woman stirred a ripple in Sinclair's heart. "Are you afraid?" His voice was low and hoarse, his mood unreadable. Although Ramsey is bowing her head, she still looks nervous. 'Madam, you must choose your words wisely.' Sinclair's tone was similar to his usual one, but Camilla understood the deeper intention contained within. He was not asking if she was scared of the bloody scene in front of her. What he meant was, was she afraid of his ruthless and harsh methods? "I am not afraid," Camilla took a brief glance at the bloody and mangled bodies of Roman and others, then she returned her gaze to Sinclair, with a soft and gentle smile emerging on her lips. "You are fighting for me, I should be thanking you. Why should I be afraid?" She had seen every side of him. Since he is never going to hurt her, why should she be afraid? In the past, she did not understand these truths; now, however, she has completely grasped them. As for the people of the Luna Family, they brought this upon themselves. Given a second chance at life, she did not wish to play the saint. Sinclair's brows slightly furrowed, his gaze steadily observing Camilla, seemingly attempting to fathom her genuine thoughts. But within the woman's pure and clear eyes, apart from him, there was nothing. "It's getting late," Seeing that Sinclair was still standing still, Camilla took the initiative, taking his hand and heading out. "Let's go home." The violent element within Sinclair's blood, was most afraid of being stimulated. If they stayed any longer, she feared he would have another episode. Us? The woman's soft and slender hand carried a faint chill, yet it brought a strange warmth to Sinclair. Watching Camilla's delicate figure retreating, a dark undercurrent swirled within his eyes. Camilla. It was you who provoked me first. Luther Mansion. Inside the living room. "Mr. Luna" Mrs. Luna looked at Mr. Luna, her anxious expression had long since turned into one of despair. "It's already midnight. It seems that Sinclair is determined not to give our Luna Family any face. What should we do?" Augustine and Victoria also couldn't help but look at Mr. Luna. Their bodies ached all over, and they really didn't want to continue waiting here. The hand hanging by Mr. Luna's side clenched and then loosened, loosened and then clenched again. After a good while, he slowly opened his mouth. "Let's go back first." "Go back?" Lady Luna was taken aback, her eyes full of red veins staring wide open. "What about Roman?" "How do we handle it?" Mr. Luna's eyes were sharply focused, and there was a hint of gritted anger in his suppressed voice. "Are we supposed to just burst into the Luther Family and take Luna away?" Mrs. Luna's eyes were even redder. "But....." "No more 'buts'," Mr. Luna was out of patience to say more, and he was the first to rise from the sofa. "Tomorrow we will pay a visit to the Porter family to ask Uncle Carlos for a favor." His mother was a distant cousin of Elder Carlos. Z He had originally intended to use this faint familial connection at a critical moment, but now he was left with no choice. Everyone in the Imperial City knows that Uncle Carlos and grandpa Luther share deep ties of friendship. With him intervening, the Luther Family would certainly show some respect. Hearing these words, Mrs. Luna could only nod in agreement. Ignoring the couple, Augustine, they walked out of the Luther mansion. Augustine and Victoria shared a glance, and with complex expressions, they too followed out. -- The depths of the night had arrived. The world had fallen into silence. Camilla took a sigh of relief as she gazed at Sinclair, who had already fallen asleep. A sense of accomplishment flashed in her eyes. She had included a few tranquility points in her acupuncture that were intended to help him rest better. And it seemed to be quite effective. Camilla moved softly, taking out a disinfected cotton swab from the medical box, tending to the man's wounds. Her actions were exceptionally gentle and meticulous. It was as if she was nursing a heartache, fearful of waking Sinclair. Sinclair's thin lips hidden in the shadow tightened slightly, but in the end, he didn't open his eyes. After everything was done, Camilla quietly went back to the couch to sleep. Grandpa Luther understood his grandson's character and had already asked Uncle Carlos to prepare a room for her. But she didn't want to go. The familiar environment always led her back into the nightmares of her past life, only with Sinclair by her side, could she find peace. Camilla failed to notice the man she thought was already asleep again. He sat by the couch observing her for a long while then finally extended his hand to carry her onto the bed. Just as he was preparing to leave like the previous night, the woman's hand gripped tightly around his waist while her lush lips murmured softly. "Sinclair....don't leave....please, don't go?" Her gentle voice was brimmed with a hint of plea. Was it deliberate? Was she inviting him? Sinclair froze momentarily, staring into Camilla's eyes as they deepened. Once assured that the woman truly was sound asleep, the heaviness vanished from his eyes, replaced by a complicated and reluctant smile. After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally gave in to the woman's strength and lay down beside her. It seemed as if the woman detected his familiar scent in her sleep. Camilla made a soft sound and climbed on top of him like an octopus. Her beautiful face rubbed against his chest to find a comfortable position. Sinclair's eyes hardened. The woman's exquisite curves and her sweet, crisp scent, was making the clarity in his eyes collapse at an unknown speed.