Chapter 40: Sinclair is not the only grandson the Luther Family has

Chapter 40 - Sinclair is not the only grandson the Luther Family has Madam Luther.! Thinking of those three words day and night, Camilla casually said it as a reminder to herself. Sandra was so angry that she gnashed her teeth, her hands by her side clutching tightly into fists. She moved the corner of her lips, but due to the presence of the two elders and Sinclair, she forcefully suppressed it. However, her beautiful eyes stared unblinkingly at Camilla. Camilla returned Sandra's gaze, her eyes filled with gentle and generous laughter. However, a trace of imperceptible sarcasm flashed through her eyes. "Sinclair," Seeing his granddaughter's not quite the right expression, afraid she might lose her composure, Grandpa Porter immediately put down his tea cup and smiled at Grandpa Luther. "We have been bothering you here for quite some time. Sandra and I should get going," As he spoke, he glanced at Sinclair and Camilla, his expression gentle and kind. "Sinclair, Grandpa Porter will be waiting for you at the porter's house." Sinclair slightly nodded, his handsome face as indifferent as ever. "Alright, Grandpa Porter," Camilla, however, replied in a gentle and soft voice, acting very well-behaved. "Sinclair and I will definitely visit you soon." Grandpa Luther opened his mouth and exchanged a few more pleasantries. Before long, Sinclair and Camilla escorted grandpa Porter and Sandra to their car. The car departed from the Luther estate. Sandra, however, remained somber, gazing into the rearview mirror at the two figures standing together. Grandpa Porter closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, feigning sleep. The warm smile on his face had disappeared. "Do you like that brat so much?" "Hmm," Sandra pulled her gaze away, her eyes slightly red as she looked at her grandfather full of grievances. "I've liked him for so many years, and Grandpa knows it too." Not only did Grandpa know, but the whole city knew as well. Therefore, when Sinclair's marriage was announced, she became the topic of conversation for many people during their leisure time. Grandpa Porter sighed in his heart. He, of course, knew that his granddaughter liked Sinclair. But he knew even more clearly that the brat did not like his granddaughter at all. Originally, I planned to wait for the two of them to develop some affection, and then discuss marriage with the Luther Family. Unexpectedly, this marriage contract suddenly popped up. Now, it's too late for anything. "Sinclair is already married. Don't act so recklessly in the future and lower your own value." Hearing this, Sandra thought that her Grandpa was blaming her for pushing Camilla into the lake. "I really didn't push that woman into the lake. She fell in on purpose, trying to frame me," She clung desperately on her Grandpa's arm. "Grandpa, if no one else believes me, you must." "Of course, I believe you," Her Grandpa did not open his eyes, but his tone was somewhat solemn. "But this all happened at the Luther's place and witnessed by Grandpa Luther and Sinclair. Whether it's true or false is no longer important." Sandra bit her lip. She knew, what her grandpa said was the truth. This was also her original plan, only to be prematurely implemented by Camilla. "Sandra, I told you before," grandpa Porter opened his eyes, and looked at Sandra with a deep gaze. "No matter what you're doing, either don't do it at all, or do it without leaving room for others to criticize," he said, narrowing his eyes slightly. "And definitely, don't end up like today, where you ended up worse off trying to gain a small advantage. Take this incident as a lesson." "Yes, Grandfather." Sandra lowered her head, but her mind was racing. Grandfather was right, she had been too impulsive this time. Next time, Camilla wouldn't have such good luck. Anyone who tries to mess with her, Sandra, will not only have to return everything they took, but they will pay a terrible price!! Meanwhile. Watching the car with Grandpa Porter and Sandra in it disappear from view, Camilla slowly retracted her gaze. She knew that Sandra wouldn't let it go. But so what? In this lifetime, she would never let anyone snatch what belonged to her!! "Let's go in," Camilla resected her arm, about to let go of Sinclair's hand. Was this it, just using him? Sinclair looked at his now empty hand, his gaze narrowed as he watched the lively woman in front of him, with an unfathomable depth in his eyes that was hard to fathom. Suburbs. Within a luxurious standalone villa. "What?" Jonathan's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, with a strong displeasure on his handsome and graceful face. "Dad and Sinclair are asking Sandra to apologize to Camilla in front of everyone?" "Yes, that's right," Margaret served Jonathan a bowl of soup, with a serene and gentle smile on her face. "Initially, we were worried that Sinclair only cared about his work and would neglect his family. Now it seems that we misunderstood him." Just for a woman, they even neglected Sandra's dignity? Let alone the old man, even Sinclair, someone who always keeps his eyes on the benefits, also followed along in this nonsense? Jonathan didn't pay attention to Margaret's words, pursing his lips with a dark expression on his face. "This woman has only been in the Luther Family for a few days, and she's already causing trouble." Jonathan knew that Margaret was talking about Camilla, a hidden smile flashed in the depth of her eyes. "It's a pity though, I've always thought that the position of the matriarch of the Luther Family would be Sandra's. That child is one we watched grow up; she is not only beautiful, but also from a good family," She sighed, looking at her husband before she continued speaking. "If Sinclair had married her, the Luther and Porter families would have united, undoubtedly elevating us to a higher level." Margaret's words evidently hit the bullseye of Jonathan Luther's thoughts. He lowered his gaze, his eyes filled with deep thought. The Porter family had started from an underworld background. Decades ago, at their peak, they could almost rival the Luther Family. However, since grandpa Porter's withdrew, his elder son, Milo Porter, who is also Sandra's father, had taken over, leading the family into decline. As of now, they were far behind the Luther Family. But even a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Currently, the Porter's still have a considerable presence and influence in San Francisco and the whole of America. Sandra, as the sole heiress of the Porter family, will inherit everything they own. His intention for Sinclair to marry Sandra was mainly because of this point. But now, all his plans have been disrupted by the sudden appearance of this orphan girl, Camilla. The more he contemplated, the more anxious Jonathan became. Seeing Jonathan's expression, Margaret knew his thoughts, a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes. "Sinclair is already married, given how he treats Camilla, it seems he values her greatly. So there's definitely no possibility with Sandra," She held Jonathan's hand tenderly. "But Jonathan, the Luther Family has more than just Sinclair. We also have Tyler, right?" These words were the main point she had laid out today. "Tyler?!" Tyler paused, his eyes filled with surprise. "Yes," Margaret looked into Jonathan's eyes, her lips curling into a smile. "In terms of age, our Tyler and Sandra are a better match." Her well-maintained face was full of kindness, obscuring the calculation in her eyes. "Previously, our Tyler was always abroad, hence he never got the chance to interact with Sandra. But now, why not give it a try, right?" Jonathan's eyebrows moved slightly. Sandra liked Sinclair, so he never thought of attaching his younger son with her. However, upon further thought, it didn't seem like a bad idea. Both Tyler and Sinclair were his sons, and they have a certain degree of resemblance. In terms of personality, Sinclair was much better than Tyler. What's more important is that his son, Tyler is more obedient to his words. If he were with Sandra, wouldn't all of the Porter family's resources be his? A deep contemplation flashes in Jonathan's eyes. Margaret knows Jonathan is moved, she immediately stands up, walks behind him and starts to familiarly knead his shoulders. "For all these years as a married couple, everything I've done has been for you, and this matter is no different," Her voice grows ever softer. "If you are reluctant, just take it as if I didn't say anything." Jonathan appreciates Margaret's gentle considerations, he reaches out to hold her hand which is massaging his shoulder. "This is a good idea, it's worth a try," His eyes slightly narrowed. "In a few days, at my father's birthday banquet, I'll introduce Tyler and Sandra to each other. As for their future development, it depends on themselves." "Um," A smile teases at the corner of Margaret's refined face. Her own son will surely be much better than the cold and unapproachable Sinclair. "Sleepwalking?" Camilla widened her beautiful eyes, disbelief written all over her lovely face. "Possibly not!!" She had never heard anyone say that she had a sleepwalking problem. Sinclair stared at Camilla intensely. "If you don't have sleepwalking, why do you always go to bed after I fall asleep every day?" As he spoke, his narrow eyes slightly squinted, the deep color in the bottom of his eyes hid his true emotions. "Hmm?" "Um....." Camilla thought about her sleeping habits. Certainly, Sinclair was deeply asleep during those times, which got her brows furrowed. Could it be a case of 'what one thinks during the day, one dreams at night'? Or was it influenced by the familiar environment, making her subconsciously believe she was back in the past? Camilla bit her lip. Regardless of the situation, she certainly could not tell the truth. "You're not wrong," She lifted her head, looking at Sinclair, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she smiled. "I may indeed suffer from sleepwalking, but as you know, behaviors during sleepwalking are uncontrollable." "Hmm," Sinclair curled the corners of his mouth into a barely noticeable smile, his voice low. "Go and wash, rest." Rest, then rest. Never mind how close we were in our past lives, just looking at how candid we've been with each other today. Besides, she was on her period, nothing would happen. What's there to be shy about?! With that thought, Camilla decided not to hesitate any longer and made her way towards the bathroom. Watching her slender silhouette, a dark glimmer flashed in Sinclair's eyes. Half an hour later. Camilla emerged from her room in a black spaghetti strap nightdress prepared by the maid. Her neck was slender, her collarbones exquisite. Her originally fair skin, under the contrast of black, was even whiter, glowing like flawless porcelain. She lifted her beautiful eyes, looking nervously at the man on the bed. Yet she found Sinclair with his eyes closed, breathing shallowly. He seemed to be sleeping. Camilla pursed her lips. One couldn't tell if she was relieved, or somewhat disappointed. After turning off the light, she gently lay down beside Sinclair. By the dim bedside lamp, Camilla stared at Sinclair. His indifferent eyebrows and eyes. His prominent nose. His thin, cool lips. This man, with his unemotional demeanor, was truly distant and cold. Camilla sighed in her heart, then her eyebrows and eyes curved again. But being able to start over is already good. The rest, let's take it slow. It seems, she always likes to stare at herself in a daze. Sinclair felt the gaze of Camilla, yet had no intention of opening his eyes. After a moment, he distinctly perceived the woman cautiously inching closer to him, even her breath significantly softened. A sweet, fresh scent enveloped him. Sinclair's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. Strangely, his body didn't seem to resist this woman's scent. As soon as she approached, he felt incredibly familiar and relaxed. Previously, he had doubts. Now, he could be entirely certain. However, why? Camilla's sleep had always been sound, the tip of her nose filled with the reassuring scent. Soon, she fell into a drowsy sleep. Who knew how long it had been when Sinclair's slender ink-black eyes slowly opened. Looking at the defenseless Camilla curled up next to him, like a small cat, his eyes involuntarily deepened a few degrees. With the sweet scent of this woman, he slowly closed his eyes, unknowingly drifting into sleep. Who would have known? The originally serene night was illuminated by a flash of lightning. The sound of rumbling thunder and the brisk pattering of rain roared around them. The drizzling rain curtain isolated the entire imperial city. Not long after falling asleep, Sinclair suddenly furrowed his brows, a sheen of cold sweat covering his handsome face. "No."