Chapter 60: Obsessive, Possessive, Jealous Husband

Chapter 60: Obsessive, Possessive, Jealous Husband "Tap." "Tap." A tall and slender figure of a man made his entry. His handsome face akin to a deity, yet the dark aura surrounding him made him seem more like an executioner. Although he had not done anything, even his expression was indifferent. Yet, there was an unexplainable sense of unease among the crowd, their breathing significantly lighter. "Sweetheart," Camilla looked at the newcomer, her usually cold eyes reformed into a pool of sparkling emotion. "Mmm," Sinclair gave a nonchalant response. Beneath his deep gaze, he gazed at Camilla, his moods indiscernible. Lizzy’s brain was buzzing from the pain. Upon the sight of the noble and clear-cut man entering the room, she felt an instant surge of hope, as though grasping at a straw for her survival. The man had just halted others, and now he would definitely save her!! Unmindful of the status of the person arriving, Lizzy crawled forward, suppressing the agonizing pain. "Sir, please save me, save me!" "Please, save me, they want to kill me--" With these words, she extended her hand, trying to latch onto the man’s trouser leg. However, before she could touch him, she was violently kicked in the chest. "Ah!!" The kick was several times heavier than the knife wound she had received. Lizzy crumpled and was sent flying away. Bright red blood spilled out from the corner of her mouth. The kidnappers were all scared and pale. "You..." Lizzy didn’t even have the strength to lift her head. "Die a terrible death? Go to hell?" Sinclair’s voice was hoarse, his narrow eyes staring at Lizzy with a chilling coldness. "No one can talk about her like that." No one knows. When hearing these words, an image abruptly flashed before his eyes, of Camilla lifelessly lying on the bed. His heart clenched inexplicably, causing a pang of pain. Lizzy, stared at such a lifeless gaze, was almost scared into forgetting her pain. Camilla’s red lips faintly pouted, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. Even Lizzy’s curses could be heard crystal clear, it appeared that Sweetheart had arrived early. "Ramsey," Sinclair’s thin lips gently parted. "Tear off her tongue and sew up her mouth." His dark and ghastly eyes were pitch-black, devoid of any sparkle. "Remember, do not intervene with the madam’s plans." In essence, what he wanted to do more was to cause this woman’s bones to ache inch by inch. Sinclair’s eyes are slightly focused, pushing down the violent emotions in his heart. Ramsey understood. It seemed that Boss Luther wanted this woman to be conscious while enduring the pain. The room fell into a Scary silence, the air palpable with a chilling intensity. "Yes!" Lizzy’s eyes were wide in shock, her pupils constricted to tiny dots unmoving within her eye sockets. She seemed frozen in fear, unable to make a sound or move. She thought her savior had arrived, but what awaited her was an even more terrifying demon!! Ramsey waved his hand. A group of mercenaries stepped forward, leading Lizzy and the captors away. "Camilla, Sinclair opened his mouth at the stillness, his voice husky. "Come here." "sweetheart," Just as Camilla took a step forward, she abruptly stopped. "Fany is still upstairs, I need to use a needle to wake her up. Can you wait for me, please?" She hadn’t immediately neutralized the drug in Fany’s system because she didn’t want her to face the darkness. Fany? Is it that woman again? "In your eyes," Sinclair’s narrowed eyes mildly squinted, his indifferent gaze concealed profound mystery. "Is she more important than me?" Ramsey clearly felt the displeasure radiating from his boss, nonchalantly tugging at the corner of his mouth. So sour. This hint of jealousy, it’s likely the entire Luther’s family could smell it. How will they be compared? Camilla knew all about her husband’s near-obsessive possessiveness, an expression of helplessness flickered in her eyes. "Of course not," She took two steps forward to hold his hand, her voice softly emanating, "To me, my sweetheart is the most important person, even more important than myself." Sorry, Fany. More important than herself? Even though Sinclair knew Camilla said this on purpose, the coldness in his eyes softened significantly. "I will wait for you outside." Even fire extinguishers don’t work this fast, do they?! Ramsey chuckled quietly in his heart. "Ramsey, come upstairs with me," Camilla addressed Ramsey. "When Fany wakes up, I’ll need you to drop her back home. I don’t trust anyone else with this." "Yes," Ramsey nodded, then followed Camilla towards the upstairs. After some thought, he decided to speak up for his boss. "Madam, Mr. Luther has been busy all day just so he could have dinner with you." Ramsey let out a soft sigh. "He has not had dinner yet because he was waiting for you." Sinclair has been waiting for her, and he has not eaten till now? Camilla paused in her steps. Spotting the worry on Camilla’s face, Ramsey gave a lopsided smile. His salary should surely be increased a little bit? Soon, the two of them helped just awaken Tiffany down the stairs. The night was dark as ink. In front of the Rolls-Royce, a noble and handsome man leaned lazily. Between his slender and muscular fingers, he held a burning cigar. Upon hearing the voice, she lifted her gaze to look at the people. Her dark eyes, under the refraction of the light, appeared even more cold and deep. Tiffany: !! The big shot of the Luther Family who was engaged to Camilla, was he actually so infuriatingly good-looking?! "Camilla," Tiffany made faces at Camilla, murmuring, "You’re blessed!!" "Indeed." Camilla curled her lips, guiding Tiffany towards Sinclair. "Let me introduce you." After all, they were important figures in her life. "Sweetheart," Camilla looked at Sinclair and smiled softly. "This is Tiffany, my best friend." The best? Sinclair raised his eyebrows ever so slightly, drawing his petite wife into his arms. "Fanny," Camilla didn’t notice him and turned to look at Tiffany. "This is my husband, Sinclair." Tsk, tsk. The two of them standing together had indescribable compatibility. Tiffany suddenly felt that the ’domineering CEO’ and ’petite wife’ in her book finally had faces! "Sinclair" Just as a greeting was about to leave her lips, Tiffany met his eyes, filled with enigmatic emotions. She felt a sudden burst of inexplicable chill, as if she were being stared at by a higher authority. Before her mind had processed what happened, her body had already bowed in respect to Sinclair. "Hello, Boss." Only after the action did her brain catch up, her face flushed, rooted where she stood. Did she really need to be that obsequious? But then again, who wouldn’t be scared of that supremely intimidating glare just now? Camilla was also taken aback and, out of curiosity, glanced up at Sinclair. "Is it really that terrifying?" Ramsey lightly coughed twice, suppressing his laughter. He was a well-mannered assistant, generally not prone to crack up. Unless, he couldn’t help himself. "Mr. Ramsey, didn’t you say you’d take me home? Let’s go now." In order to relieve the awkwardness, Tiffany hastily said. "Well, Mr. Luther, let’s catch up another time, okay?" "Fany," Seeing her friend’s frantic escape, Camilla wore a helpless smile on her face. "Next time, we’ll catch up later." A hint of satisfaction crossed Sinclair’s eyes as he looked at Ramsey. "Please ensure Miss Tiffany’s safe return." Ramsey nodded in acknowledgment. The two got into a luxury car and slowly drove away. Only then did Tiffany breathe a sigh of relief. "Assistant Tiffany, may I ask you a question?" A hint of understanding flashed through Ramsey’s eyes, his expression was gentle. "Of course." "Why do I feel that President Luther’s gaze towards me seems hostile?" Tiffany was utterly puzzled. Ramsey was momentarily speechless, unsure of how to respond. He certainly couldn’t say that his boss was a Jealous pot, could he? Nightfall. The sky was dark. A black Rolls Royce was moving steadily towards the Luther’s Mansion. The privacy partition was already up. "Camilla," Sinclair held Camilla on his lap, his dark eyes seeming unfathomable. "Didn’t you say you would stay at home and wait for me?" His powerful, slender fingers were on Camilla’s delicate and slim neck. "You lied to me, how should I punish you, hmm?" Thinking about how sweetheart had worked all day without eating due to her words left Camilla feeling incredibly guilty. "It’s my fault," She reached out and smoothed the man’s furrowed brows, her bright eyes sparkling, seeming to reflect all the stars in the night sky. "If I give you a hug, will you stop being angry, okay?" As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around the man’s waist and nuzzled her face against his chest. "Are you okay?" Sinclair bent over, looking at the woman obediently curled up in his arms—the faint hint of anger in his heart dissipated by a large extent. When did he become so amiable? Seeing that Sinclair didn’t reply, Camilla knew the answer. "What about a kiss then?" Sinclair looked at Camilla and the corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk. "You can try." He neither agreed nor disagreed. "Then let’s try," Camilla leaned forward and brought her lips to the man’s lips that were so close to her. Sinclair slowly opened his eyes, his deep gaze complicated. There was affection, a deep whirlpool of emotions, and even surrender... No one knew how much time had passed. "Sweetheart..." Late in the evening, Camilla was coyly leaning into Sinclair’s embrace, her voice soft and gentle. "Are you not angry anymore?" "What do you think?" Sinclair replied indifferently, yet the depths of his eyes that Camilla couldn’t see were already filled with warmth. Apparently, it was still not enough for him. This man sure was hard to please! "Sweetheart," Camilla sighed helplessly, her eyes, clear as a pristine pond, looking at Sinclair. "Why don’t you just tell me what I need to do to make you not angry?" Her eyes were clear and transparent, reflecting the man’s handsome face. "Alright," Sinclair pulled Camilla into his arms, bending over to place a soft kiss on the corner of her lips. He then whispered something into her ear, his voice low and husky. Bang! The words in her ear made Camilla’s face instantly flush, her palms breaking out in a cold sweat. "I understand," She reaches out, covering Sinclair’s thin lips as if she was committing a naughty act. "We’ll discuss it when we get home." "Alright," Sinclair agrees, a soft smile emerging in the depths of his profound eyes. "We’ll discuss it when we get home." He gently strokes her puffy hair as his gaze shifts towards the window. Home. This word was nothing more than a joke to him for his first twenty years of life! But the warmth he feels at the moment generates a different conception. It feels quite nice. Forty minutes later. The car slowly stops at the entrance of Luther’s mansion. The chauffeur opens the back door. Sinclair, carrying Camilla, steps out. "Sir, Madam, you’re back," Aunt Naomi, who was waiting at the door, relaxed upon seeing the intimacy between Sinclair and Camilla. She had been worried that the Mr. Sinclair would scold his wife, but thankfully he didn’t. It seemed that for her boss, his wife was indeed special. "I’ll go and heat your food now." "No need," Sinclair, carrying Camilla, headed upstairs with an aloof expression. "Camilla and I are going to rest in our room first, the rest of you may leave." Now, there are things more important than dining. All the while, Camilla kept her head low in Sinclair’s arms. She was afraid that others might see her blushing face. "Understood," Aunt Naomi nodded, promptly making a gesture to dismiss the other servants.