Chapter 76: Was I a little Brutal sweetheart?

Chapter 76: Was I a little Brutal sweetheart? In the basement. "Camilla," The intense pain on her body and the fear evoked by Camilla had pushed Clara to the brink of collapse. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry," While speaking, she disregarded the pain from her wrists being tugged, incessantly bowing her head in Camilla’s direction. "I bow to you, I apologize to you by kowtowing, as long as you let me go, I will do anything you want, please give me another chance...." Dignity is worthless in the face of death. "Looking at your sincere apology, I can’t be too harsh," Camilla’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking at Clara with some pity. "Let’s just forget about what happened earlier. I’ll have you bandaged, and then send you back to the Sanchez family." While speaking, she stretched out her hand. "Give me the keys." The mercenary at the side immediately handed over the keys to the shackles. "Good, good, quickly unlocked me," Clara thought she had escaped disaster and nodded repeatedly. Looking at the key in Camilla’s hand, her eyes were filled with relief from the aftermath of a catastrophe. "Don’t worry, I will not tell others that you have kidnapped or hurt me." At this moment, all Clara wanted was to escape from this ghastly place. As for what she had just said, she wasn’t planning to take it to heart. Camilla treated her this way, she would certainly find a chance to retaliate!! Yet, Ramsey couldn’t help but frown. The lady just let Clara off the hook, just like that? Wasn’t she too soft-hearted? He wanted to say something, but seeing the cold silhouette not far away, he chose to close his mouth. Who knew... Just as the key was about to be inserted into the keyhole, it suddenly fell onto the ground. Clara’s facial expression stiffened. "Clara, I don’t know whether to call you naive or stupid," Camilla smirked, her beautiful face full of unbridled chilliness and ridicule. "Let you go, just so that you have the chance to scheme against me again?" "No, no," Clara’s eyes trembled, the hope that had just ignited in her eyes dimmed instantly, and the despair in her heart surged again. "I can’t, I really can’t..." "Whether you can or can’t isn’t important anymore," Camilla watched with satisfaction as the fear resurfaced in Clara’s eyes, her eyes filled with a chilling smile. "Because from the moment I found out you sent someone to harm Tiffany, I never intended to let you go," She plunged the bloody knife in her hand back into Clara’s original wound, not missing a millimeter. "Ah--" The overlapped wounds made Clara wail in agony once again. She Ramsey tugged the corner of his mouth. Well, he takes back that compassionate remark. "It’s getting late, I need to go home to my husband." Camilla got up, picked up a handkerchief from the side to wipe off the blood splattered on her fingers. "Ramsey, it’s too quiet here, Clara loves a crowd. Take her to the snake pit in the dungeon where she can catch up with the assassin she hired." "Yes," Ramsey immediately understood. "Madam," "On this long, cold night, I hope you enjoy it." Camilla tossed the handkerchief in her hand aside and hooked the corner of her mouth. Then, she walked out. Only by being alive can one experience pain and fear. So, she would not let Clara die so easily. A snake pit?! Clara’s eyes widened in horror, her entire body starting to tremble uncontrollably. "Camilla, you evil bitch, how dare you torment me like this! The Sanchez family will not let you go!" "The Sanchez family?" Camilla suddenly stopped in her tracks and glanced sideways with a smile. "I almost forgot to tell you, in town, the Sanchez family no longer exists." Camilla’s words were like the last straw that completely broke Clara. The corridor was dimly lit, the subdued light was oppressively silent. Upon seeing a tall, slender figure of a man, Camilla suddenly halted in her steps. In the corridor of the basement. The tall and slender figure of a man stood half in the light and half in the darkness, with an intermittent red glow between his fingers. "Sweetheart," Camilla paused momentarily before briskly walking over. "Have you been waiting for a long time?" She noticed the surplus of cigarette butts at the man’s feet, and her beautiful eyes flickered. "I just arrived." Sinclair instantly threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. The mercenaries stationed not far away couldn’t help but exchange a look, their faces filled with astonishment. No matter how long Madam had been inside, President Luther had been waiting for just as long outside. They initially thought that President Luther would certainly lose his temper, but they were not expecting this reaction. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed. President Luther, who was usually so cold and indifferent, could actually show such patience and tenderness. "Baby," Sinclair took off his coat that was full of smoke and then pulled Camilla into his arms, speaking softly. "Are you hungry?" His narrow, dark eyes were deep and unfathomable, and his voice had a husky undertone, seemingly suppressed with some emotions. The familiar cold fragrance, coupled with his warm body temperature, seemed to instantly isolate Camilla from the surrounding darkness. Sinclair didn’t question what she was doing, or why she chose to do it. Instead, he asked her if she was hungry. It’s as if no matter what she does, he would unconditionally stand by her side. Camilla looked at the handsome face before her and felt a sudden ache in her nose. "I’m hungry." "Let’s go," Bending down, Sinclair lifted Camilla up and started heading out. "I’ll make food for you." His arm tightened subconsciously as if he wanted to embed her whole into himself. Not only did Camilla not feel any discomfort, but gradually, she also found it comforting. Inside the kitchen. Sinclair was meticulously preparing dinner. Even his back exuded superiority. In such indifference and chill without the slightest hint of mundanity, his actions did not seem abrupt at all. It’s as if wherever he was, was his home ground. Time went late, she suddenly got up, walked to the man’s back, embraced his waist, and leant her face towards him. "Sweetheart." Sinclair paused his actions, his eyes were deep and ungraspable. "Hmm?" "Sweetheart--" Time went late, she didn’t say anything, just her arms around Sinclair’s waist tightened, as if deriving warmth. "I’m here, Camilla." Sinclair’s voice is husky, yet incredibly gentle. "You heard all the noises inside, didn’t you?" Time went late, with her face buried in Sinclair, she murmured. "Do you think... I’m a little brutal?" She did not want Sinclair to see her dark side. She feared that Sinclair may dislike it, that he may be disappointed. "Brutal?" Sinclair pulled her hand away, turned around to face her, his eyes were deep and dark. "Camilla, they were the ones who did you wrong, they deserved to die," He lightly stroked her cheek, looking earnest and serious. "I would only think that your fight back was not enough, far from enough, never enough." Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, the corners reddening. Sinclair felt as if his heart was gripped by a hand, making it hard for him to breathe. "Camilla" He held her tightly in his arms, his voice was deep yet inexplicably comforting. "No one will ever bully you again, never again, I promise you." I will protect you. As long as I exist, I will protect you. While at the Sanchez family, she seldom cried when she was bullied. At school, she seldom wept when she was isolated. But now, because of Sinclair’s words, Camilla was completely devastated. She began to sob gently in the man’s arms, her body shaking slightly. Just as the saying goes, Tears are mostly for the ones we love, not for those we hate. Two figures, nestled together. Even the gaps in their shadows seemed to be filled with light. Camilla. Camilla. Sinclair gently caressed Camilla’s back, his expression filled with pity and affection he himself didn’t realize. Tears soaked through the shirt to his heart. His eyes were deep and deep, finally turning into a bottomless whirlpool. If possible, he never wanted to see Camilla cry like this again. A heart-breaking feeling, it’s really unbearable. Time slowly passed by. I don’t know how much time has passed before the crying slowly came to a stop. Camilla’s emotions gradually calmed down. Sinclair, with immense patience, was spoon-feeding his delicate wife. After finishing their meal, the couple returned to their room. After freshening up, Sinclair held Camilla as they lay in bed. Surprisingly, they didn’t do anything, yet the atmosphere was even warmer. "Sweetheart," Camilla’s voice carried a hint of sleepiness. "Mm." His deep voice emanating a soothing strength. "I love you." Camilla’s voice was soft, yet expressed a firm and crystal clear declaration of love. With the incident at the Sanchez family, she has come to a complete understanding. In her past life, she resisted Sinclair, avoided Sinclair, and feared Sinclair. It wasn’t because she didn’t love him, but because she was too afraid. She couldn’t believe anyone could truly love her, that she could give her heart, or even dare to begin. Because in every relationship, she was always the one abandoned. Her parents did it. Her grandfather did it. The Sanchez never accepted her. She feared once she accepted Sinclair’s love, she would be abandoned again. In other words, Because she feared the end, she eradicated any possibility of beginning. But then, Sinclair gave her a sense of security with his life. And in the last moment, she understood her true feelings. Luckily, she could try again. Thankfully, everything was not yet too late. In the darkness, Sinclair didn’t speak, but held Camilla even tighter. He had heard this before, but every time it stirred his heart. As if a void deep within his heart was suddenly filled. This moment. Two souls, each rescuing the other, were also growing closer and closer. When his breathing slowly stabilised with the night’s passing, Sinclair gradually opened his eyes. Having kissed her forehead lightly, he slowly walked out. The moment the door was closed, the warmth in Sinclair’s eyes dissipated. In its place, was an intimidating fierceness that could make one shudder. The tears Camilla shed tonight, he was going to make the Sanchez family repay in blood. Not one of them could escape. Inside the basement. Clara, who had been terrified by the snake until she was in a state of confusion. Upon seeing the handsome and noble man in front of her, it was as though she was looking at her world’s savior, and her eyes instantly widened. "Save...." Unbeknownst to her. Before she could even utter her plea for help, she was violently thrown onto the ground by the hair. Meanwhile, inside a high-end apartment in San Francisco. "Damn it," With anger covering her face, she violently smashed the glass in her hand onto the floor. "She can’t seize such a good opportunity. What a useless fool, only aging but not gaining any intelligence!!"