Chapter 43: Visiting the Luther’s Corporation

Chapter 43 - Visiting the Luther's Corporation "Ah!!" Camilla's beautiful eyes rounded in shock, and she only had time to let out a scream of alarm. Sinclair pulled her onto his lap, his arms wrapping around her slim waist, which wasn't even a handful. "This is nice," He leaned over slightly, bringing himself closer to Camilla. "No need to cover up." His deep and magnetic voice was accompanied by the scent of agarwood, making Camilla's heart suddenly start to race. "No.....If you say no need to cover up then..." Camilla, looking into those black eyes that seemed to be filled with amusement, started to panic. She tried to stand up, to escape the man's embrace. "We should go." However, the man's arms were like a formidable wall, not only did she not manage to break free, but they were tightening even more. A small smirk formed at the corner of Sinclair's mouth, the amusement in his eyes growing stronger. "There's no rush." With a slight exertion of force from his arms, Camilla's body involuntarily came closer to him. Her delicate face was almost pressed against his thin lips. Camilla could feel her heart as though it would leap out of her chest. How infuriating. If he wanted to kiss her, why couldn't he be swift about it? Realizing that Sinclair was playing with her, Camilla bit her lip. She decided to turn the situation around and take the initiative!! After making up her mind, Camilla reached out and wrapped her arms around Sinclair's neck, bravely pressing her lips onto his in a sacrificial manner. Her kiss was somewhat raw, rolling and grinding. She had no choice but to do so, as although she had been kissed quite a few times in her past and present life, it was always Sinclair who took the lead. The sudden closeness caught Sinclair off guard, leaving him momentarily surprised. His black pupils suddenly deepened, sucked into a bottomless whirlpool. The next instant, he stretched out his hand to clasp Camilla's head, deepening the kiss. As their breaths intertwined, the temperature between them started to rise. With his oppressive kiss traced down Camilla's lips. To her chin. Collarbone. Then, the earlobe. "Camilla, The man's voice was raspier than ever, spreading a heavy hormone scent by her ear. Camilla could only feel a tingling sensation spreading from her limbs to her brain nerves. As the man's lips drew closer, she turned her head to dodge. "Sweetheart.. not the ear." Her sweet soft voice, far from intimidating, sounded coquettish, stirring up the man's primal instincts. Sensitive? "Camilla," Sinclair's ink-like gaze narrowed slightly, a fleeting glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "You are my wife, no part of you is off limits." The sound emitted from his throat seemed to have undergone countless rounds of deliberation, brimming with enticing magnetism. Just when he was about to lean over. "Ding-dong--" "Ding-a-ling--" A rush of cell phone rings broke the silence. The enchanting atmosphere in the air had instantly dissipated quite a bit. Camilla seemed to have seen her savior, her beautiful eyes lingering on Sinclair. "Sweetheart, your phone's ringing." Sinclair looked into her anxious eyes, which were as deep and unreadable as a pool of water. "I heard it." This call couldn't have come at a worse time. "Ding-a-ling--" "Ding-a-ling--" The phone continued to ring incessantly. Seeing that Sinclair had no intention of answering it, Camilla gently pushed his chest and said softly, "There might be an emergency, you should answer it." Sinclair looked at the name flashing on the screen, his eyes squinting slightly. "Mmm," Following that, the answer key was pressed. "Sinclair." A man's voice, filled with amusement, came from the other end of the call. The coldness in Sinclair's eyes did not diminish, his voice drained. "What's the matter?" "Tsk, tsk." Calvin listens to his friend's cold and indifferent voice, his peach blossom eyes narrowing, teasing him. "All that resentment. I didn't interrupt something important, did I?" Sinclair cast his gaze down at Camilla, gently pinching her earlobe that was tinted slightly red. "If you know, then good." Calvin: ?! It really is!!! As if he had discovered a new land, he straightened his body. Taylor raised an eyebrow, Using his eyes to question Calvin, "Why such a big reaction?" Calvin signaled him with a look that said "I'll explain to you later." "Nothing wrong?" Sinclair's voice was low, his tone revealing no emotions. "End of the call." "Wait, wait," Calvin quickly spoke up, stopping Sinclair. "Taylor's health has improved a lot, and he invited us to gather at Blue Empire tomorrow night." With a smile on his face, Taylor put down his cup and gave Calvin a lukewarm look. "Also, we need to celebrate your recent marriage," Calvin's elongated peach blossom eyes were full of laughter as he continued. "Don't forget to bring your darling wife." Little darling wife? Indeed it was. A chill in Sinclair's eyes dissipated slightly. He didn't respond, but instead looked at Camilla. "Do you want to join the friends gathering?" "Me?" Camilla was a little surprised. She knew that the only two people Sinclair would call friends were Calvin and Taylor. They were both extremely outstanding men in every aspect. However, she couldn't see her feelings clearly in her past life, and she avoided Sinclair and anyone associated with him at all costs. As a result, she only ran into these two in unavoidable situations, but she wasn't familiar with them. Sinclair's ink-black eyes narrowed slightly. "Us." Do we have to apply even to attend a meeting together? Hearing this, the mockery in Calvin's eyes deepened. As expected, marriage does make things different. Us? Does that mean he wouldn't go if she didn't? The brief two-letter word brought joy to Camilla's eyes. Her red lips slightly opened. "Okay." Getting a response, Sinclair withdrew his gaze, and asked softly over the phone. "What time?" "Eight." "Um," Sinclair decisively hung up the phone. Camilla, fearing his reckless actions, quickly helped him to stand up. "We've been delayed for too long, let's hurry down." Under Camilla's guidance, Sinclair stood up. Looking at the woman's retreating figure, the corners of his mouth curled slightly in a cold, enigmatic smile. The two of them made their way downstairs together. Upon hearing their footsteps, Grandpa Luther greeted his grandson and granddaughter-in-law with a warm smile. "Are you ready?" Matching couple outfits, equally impressive appearances. No matter from which perspective, they were an unbeatable pair. It seemed as though they were destined to stand by each other's sides. Camilla obediently nodded her head. "We're ready, Grandpa." Just as Grandpa Luther was about to say something, he suddenly noticed Camilla's slightly swollen red lips and her radiant complexion, and turned to look at Sinclair with a knowing glance. "This cheeky brat!!" Grandpa Luther lowered his head, coughing a couple of times with a smile. "Go early and return early." A black Rolls-Royce drove smoothly out of the Luther mansion. Meanwhile, at the Luna Residence. Mr. Luna received the travel news of Sinclair and Camilla, his complexion a little solemn. "Mr. Luna, should we act according to what that person said?" The butler looked at Mr Luna with a serious expression. "No rush, let's wait and see." Mr. Luna shook his head, his deep eyes full of gloom. The Luther Family's power was too enormous. To make a move, they had to ensure that everything was fail-proof. Inside the car. Camilla was looking at the marriage certificate in her hands, continuously caressing it. As she looked at the couple cuddling in the certificate photo, she suddenly felt a sense of unreality. She feared that everything in front of her was just a fleeting dream before her consciousness faded away. The next time she'd open her eyes, it could all be nothing but darkness. Sinclair noticed the heaviness radiating from Camilla's body, and he slightly parted his thin lips. "Is there a problem with the photo?" He had heard that men and women don't share the same aesthetics when it comes to photos. What he finds pleasing may not be the same for her. Camilla shook her head without uttering a word. Sinclair's eyes narrowed slightly. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly spoke. "If you are not satisfied, we can have it retaken." Retaken? Hearing those words, Ramsey pursed his lips, a smile crossing his face. President Luther really is patient with his wife. But speaking of which... Ramsey glanced at the scar on Sinclair's lip, the corners of his mouth lifting even further in amusement. President Luther didn't have an episode last night and the madam indeed played a significant role. If he'd known this earlier, he wouldn't have wasted a night worrying. At that moment, Sinclair suddenly looked his way. Ramsey: !! Suppressing his amusement, he casually raised the partition between the front and rear seats. "No need for a retake, I'm very satisfied," Camilla suddenly lifted her head, taking Sinclair's hand and placing it on her own arm. "But sweetheart, could you pinch me a little?" Her remarks are always beyond his expectations. As Sinclair caressed the smooth and white skin, his brows slightly arched. "Why?" Camilla blinked her beautiful eyes, unable to think of any excuses, eventually choosing to tell the truth. "It always seems like everything in front of me is like a dream that I could wake up from at any moment." Dream? Sinclair curled his lips, his arm wrapped around Camilla's waist. "There's more than one way to know if it's a dream." Before Camilla could react, he held her cheek and kissed her. The man's cool scent filled Camilla's surroundings. Time was ticking away in this romantic atmosphere. Under Sinclair's kiss, Camilla can't catch her breath and is frowned upon in protest. Only then did Sinclair gaze away, releasing her. Camilla's beautiful eyes were somewhat foggy My Sweetheart's kiss is like his personality, it carries an irresistible pressure. "So, do you still think it's a dream?" Sinclair extended a fair and slender finger, tucking the hair on Camilla's cheek behind her ear, his narrow ink-colored eyes were filled with a dark gleam. Although she didn't want to, she had to admit it. Her scent and taste made him somewhat insatiable. It's as if it should be this way, it should be her. Camilla shook her head, resting her face on Sinclair's shoulder. "I'm certain, it's real." The sensation of his breath and heartbeat was more authentic than anything. It was wonderful. -- The Rolls-Royce came to a smooth halt in front of the Luther's Corporation headquarters. "I have a meeting to attend," Sinclair's hand gently brushed through Camilla's hair as he softly spoke. "Allow Ramsey to escort you home first, okay?" Just as Camilla was about to nod, she suddenly changed her mind. "Sinclair, can't I accompany you to the company?" In her two lifetimes, she had never once been to the Luther Corporation or seen how Sinclair worked. To accompany him to the company? Sinclair's hands paused slightly. Camilla, with her sharp instincts, noticed it. Her beautiful eyes dimmed, yet her tone remained unchanged. "I'm just joking. Ramsey should take me home instead." "I just don't want you to feel bored," Sinclair, embracing Camilla, opened the car door. "Well, if you're not afraid, I wish nothing more." While speaking, he carried Camilla out of the car. "Click--" Upon observing this, someone hiding in the shadows immediately pressed the camera shutter.