Chapter 66: Finally had S*x with my husband

Chapter 66: Finally had S*x with my husband The following day, in the afternoon. Camilla felt some itching on her face and slowly opened her eyes. Meeting her gaze was a man’s unreserved, ink-black eyes. "Awake?" Sinclair pulled back his hand that had been tracing Camilla’s brow, his voice was deep and husky. "Does your body still feel uncomfortable?" His tone made it seem as if it was the most normal question to ask. Of course, it did. Her entire body was sore and ached, as if someone had disassembled and reassembled it. But Camilla couldn’t utter these words. She had no choice but to bite her lip and look at Sinclair, accusations filling her beautiful eyes. "What do you think?" Even after reincarnating, he was still unreasonable in this matter. The corner of Sinclair’s mouth curved slightly, his clearly defined hand lingering on his delicate wife’s waist. "Just give it a look." "No way!!" Camilla immediately grabbed his hand. She prided herself on understanding her husband in this matter. If she really let him take a look, they would not leave the room today. Sinclair stopped his movements, but his voice became increasingly husky. "Camilla, there should be a reason to stop me." "I," Camilla avoided that pair of bottomless ink-like eyes, trying hard to maintain her normal breathing frequency. "...I’m hungry." That was the truth. Because she was worried about Sinclair, she didn’t have the appetite for dinner. Last night, so much energy was spent. Now, the physical reaction came, and there was a pronounced sense of hunger. "I am even hungrier," Sinclair looked at the woman in his arms with a dark gaze, his thin lips slightly parting. "Sinclair," Camilla, fearing Sinclair’s impulsiveness, wrapped her arms around his neck in a delicate manner, saying, "I truly mean it!!" Indeed, he was not lying. However, she was more important. A small smile tugged at the corners of Sinclair’s mouth, but he did not continue to tease Camilla. "Alright, let’s go and eat first," He got off the bed, carrying his delicate wife in his arms. "After all, we still have tomorrow and beyond." Camilla couldn’t help but overthink, sensing profound meanings in Sinclair’s words. After helping Camilla complete her morning wash, Sinclair descended the stairs with her in his arms. It wasn’t that Camilla didn’t want to walk on her own, but her legs were rather strengthless at the moment. Hence, she could only calmly accept her husband’s assistance. Upon viewing this scene, the numerous servants of the Luther mansion shared a glance and silently exchanged looks. Working in the Luther Family’s house allowed her to watch idol dramas for free, truly killing two birds with one stone situation. Sinclair carried Camilla downstairs, his steps suddenly faltering. Looking at the figure pretending to be engrossed in reading the newspaper seated on the couch in the grand hall, as if he hadn’t noticed them, a hint of helplessness flashed in his dark eyes. What’s wrong? Camilla noticed Sinclair’s actions, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed. Subsequently, she followed his gaze. Grandpa Luther was seen sitting on the couch, focused on his newspaper. The teapot and pastry in front of him were half-finished. Clearly, he had been waiting for them for a long time. "Sinclair," Camilla’s face turned red as she began to struggle in the man’s arms. "Put me down quickly." Fortunately, there was still a gap of about twenty or thirty meters. Otherwise, she would really want to find a hole to crawl into. "Be good, don’t struggle," A fleeting flicker of faint amusement passed through Sinclair’s eyes, his arm tightening, rather than loosening its hold. "Let’s eat first." "Eat first?" Camilla blinked in confusion. "But Grandpa is still waiting." "It’s fine, he is willing to wait." Sinclair said, his voice is soft Evidently, the old man pretended to have ’seen nothing’ only because he was worried that Camilla would feel uncomfortable. Of course, Sinclair has to appreciate it. Inside the Luther’s dining room. "Sinclair," Camilla sits on Sinclair’s lap, her beautiful eyes full of helplessness. "I can eat by myself." "What?" Sinclair’s well-defined hands carefully separated the meat from the king crab for Camilla. "Not satisfied with my service?" The exquisite handsome man seemed perfectly at ease in doing these things. "Satisfied, of course satisfied," Thinking of Grandpa Luther waiting in the living room, Camilla felt a bit guilty. "Just..." Her words were cut off as the man stuffed her mouth with the white delicate crab meat. "Satisfied," A slight curve appears on Sinclair’s lips. "Go ahead and eat it," he said Feeding Camilla gives him an indescribable sense of satisfaction. Sinclair joyfully continued the act. But after a while, Camilla couldn’t eat anymore. She held onto Sinclair’s arm, her eyes sparkling with moisture. "Sinclair, I’m full," she said. "Really? I can’t eat another bite." "Okay..." Although Sinclair was a little dissatisfied with his wife’s appetite, he did not intend to force her. He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of Camilla’s mouth. "We’ll feed you next time." Camilla nodded her head and brought the special nourishing soup from the kitchen to Sinclair. "You’re working too hard. You need to replenish your body." He is always busy late into the night, with so many things to worry about. Just looking at him was tiring. "Replenish?" Sinclair didn’t take the soup, instead, he squinted slightly at the person in his arms. "It seems, Camilla thinks my body isn’t good enough." Camilla: !! She’s innocent!! "No, no," Camilla explained earnestly and hurriedly. "Your body is very good, especially good!!" If it was any better, she might not be able to bear it. Sinclair hooked his lips into a smile, but didn’t say anything. He took the pepper soup and drank it. Camilla swallowed hard. She had an inexplicable feeling of digging a hole for herself. Twenty minutes later. "Grandpa--" Camilla revealed a sweet smile. "Ah," Grandpa Luther put down the newspaper with a gentle and loving expression. No wonder so many people wished to have granddaughters. Even though he didn’t have a granddaughter, he was fortunate to have a well-behaved granddaughter-in-law which made up for that regret. "When did you arrive?" Sinclair, with his hand around Camilla’s waist, sat down on the couch across Grandpa Luther with a calm demeanor. "Why didn’t you mention it earlier?" "What?" The genial smile on Grandpa Luther’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold snort. "Do I need your stinky brat’s permission to see my grandson and granddaughter-in-law?" "Of course not, " Sinclair cornered his lips, the bottom of his eyes exuding warmth as he faced Grandpa Luther. " Just as long as you don’t mind waiting for us for so long each time." Grandpa Luther: ..... Oh that’s fine, after all it’s for his own grandson. With a slightly dissatisfied glance at his grandson, he then looked warmly at Camilla. "Camilla, has this brat, Sinclair, been bullying you these past few days?" Grandpa Luther asked with a smile. "If he has, feel free to tell me. You have your grandfather to take sides on." He spoke the truth. Yesterday was a rainy day, and he was afraid that Sinclair, under a bad mood, would let Camilla suffer. Now it seems he, had been overthinking. The relationship between these two children was much better than he imagined. Sinclair: ..... Was he really that untrustworthy? "Rest assured, grandfather," Camilla was touched. "Sinclair has been especially good to me." In her past life, Grandpa Luther was also this good to her. No matter what happened, her grandfather-in-law would stand on her side, giving her support. In this life, she would definitely cherish it more.