Chapter 873 - 869
But I have no choice but to be your brother.
You are the esteemed eldest daughter of the Ruiz Family, and even if you don't have the airs of a noble lady, I'm still not worthy of you. I'm just an orphan with no father or mother, simply a pitiful person who was kicked out of my home by my elder brother and taken in by your family.
Time is like a sharp knife, carving bloody gashes in the waiting heart of Charles Colson, bleeding and aching to the core.
Uncontrollably, his hand reached for the phone, dialing Camila Ruiz's number.
The call connected immediately.
Slightly adjusting his posture, Charles's heart leaped to his throat, waiting for Camila to answer the phone.
"What's the matter?"
A hoarse and deep voice answered; it was Jimmy Horne.
Charles's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
"Jimmy Horne, you bastard, if you dare take advantage of Camila, I won't let you off. Immediately, right now, send Camila back to me!"
A wave of coldness, anger, jealousy, and half-drunkenness made Charles furiously yell at Jimmy on the other end of the phone. His composure, years of cultivated restraint, was shattered with this outburst.
"Camila is asleep," Jimmy replied coldly, unfazed by the yelling.
He had promised Camila he wouldn't confront Charles anymore.
The phone slipped from Charles's hand.
Only one phrase hammered into his brain, Camila is asleep.
Camila is asleep.
Jimmy Horne answered the call.
He could imagine what had happened between them.
Knowing full well this was the most normal thing, Camila loves Jimmy, and Jimmy loves Camila. It's only natural for them to be passionate and have a relationship, but he felt a chill throughout his body.
After the phone slipped from his hand, it fell to the clean floor, breaking in two upon impact, just like his heart, shattered into pieces, with blood gushing from the center.
Headache.
This was the result of drinking.
Weakness.
This was because the phrase "Camila is asleep" had whipped him into a state of powerlessness.
Pale.
His heart was broken, and the color drained from his face, leaving him pale.
Charles clutched his head in agony.
He felt truly pitiful.
At a young age, losing both parents, and before recovering from the grief, his elder brother turned against him, kicking him out to the streets. He met the two sons of the Ruiz Family, which led to him being taken in and meeting Camila, falling in love with her, and then...
Oh, heavens, how long will you torment me?
Outside, the moon shone pure and soft, with stars silently accompanying it.
Such a beautiful night was a mockery, a piercing wound for Charles.
In the Nameless Manor.
Holding Camila Ruiz, Jimmy Horne couldn't fall asleep.
It was only in the pre-dawn hours that he managed to catch a slight nap.
Dawn passed, morning arrived.
Outside the window, the gentle sunlight bathed the earth like a mother's loving hand caressing all living things.
In the early autumn morning, dew drops glistened.
In the courtyard, on the leaves, petals, and slender grass blades, fine dewdrops could be seen.
Camila Ruiz opened her eyes, thinking comfortably that she had indeed had a good dream last night, sleeping soundly with a sense of security. She dreamed of Jimmy Horne, who held her tightly, making her feel that as long as she was by his side, she would be safe forever.
This isn't her room!
Upon opening her eyes, Camila's first reaction was realizing she wasn't lying in her own room.
Where is this place?
"You're awake."
Suddenly, a deep, familiar male voice came.
Camila quickly looked up, nearly bumping her head into Jimmy Horne's chin. Jimmy was bending over, looking deeply at her.
Jimmy Horne...
She...
On the same bed?
Camila's face burst into flames.
Alone in a room with a man, sharing a bed, what could happen?
Anyone could figure it out just by thinking.
She nervously, chaotically, shyly pushed against Jimmy Horne, who still held her, and said flusteredly, "Billy Horne, how could you... while I was asleep, just..."
Jimmy said, "While you were asleep, just what?"
"I..."
Camila couldn't finish a sentence.
Damn red wine, damn alcohol!
Alcohol is a troublemaker!
She had heard that her foster mother, who had even worse tolerance than her, had once said something under the influence of alcohol, and the next day her foster father tricked her into going to the Civil Affairs Office to register for marriage.
When she first heard this from her foster mother's mouth, she laughed at how even someone as shrewd as her foster mother could have a muddled moment. Once she was in the Civil Affairs Office, she still foolishly filled out the form and got a marriage certificate; couldn't the foster mother have just not filled out the form?
Now, she felt just as foolish.
Unknowingly, she had become his woman.
"We... I have no memory of it at all." Red-faced, after a long while, Camila finally mumbled a sentence.
Upon hearing this, Jimmy raised an eyebrow, blinked, but offered no explanation.