The Miracle of You

Camille’s head snapped up at the sound of Christian’s voice.

She hadn’t even heard him come out of the office. She must’ve been too out of it to notice!

Damn. She was careless.

Meanwhile, Christian stood before her desk, gazing at her with a hint of curiosity.

Camille immediately looked at the time and almost let out a gasp. It was already this late at night?!

“I’m sorry,” she said, closing all the web pages on her computer and shutting it down. Then, she started to pack her things, avoiding Christian’s gaze the whole time.

Christian didn’t say anything, just stared at her intently, taking note of her demeanor and the way she avoided his eyes.

Even the way she spoke to him just now.

It was clear that something had happened, but she was trying her best to appear normal.

However, it was obvious that her efforts were failing. If he asked, he was pretty sure that she would refuse to tell him what the problem was.

So perhaps the only option he had left was to guess what happened and maybe figure it out from her responses.

As she finished packing, she looked up to see him still standing there, watching her like a hawk.

It was a little unnerving.

“What?” she said. “What are you looking at me like that for?”

She never liked it when he did that. It made her feel exposed, like he was always trying to find some weakness in her to exploit next.

The thought of it made her despise him even more and loathe him with all her heart, especially considering all the stress that had been piling up on her until now.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Hmm…” he said, staring straight into her eyes. “You don’t look so good.”

She wanted to snarl at him. “Leave me alone,” she muttered as she headed for the elevator. She was in no mood for Christian’s usual tricks. She had more important things to deal with right now.

Suddenly, she felt a tap on her arm, and then a tight grip on her wrist.

Christian forced her to turn around and face him. Even though she struggled, he wouldn’t budge.

Normally, if someone else did this to her, she would just throw him over her shoulder or twist his arm. There would be no hesitation. She would throw hands immediately.

That is, if he were any other man.

But her remaining traces of rationality told her that it would be a bad idea, especially since they were still in the company. If she did something rash to him now, it would not only ruin his image, but hers as well.

And they were supposed to be an engaged couple…

All these thoughts raced through Camille’s mind, making her hesitate, which gave Christian the opportunity to observe her even more closely.

He took in the signs of fatigue on her face, the stress lines, and her red-rimmed eyes.

To his surprise, she looked like she was trying very hard not to cry.

“Did something happen?” he asked in a soft voice, one that she never expected to hear from him.

Perhaps if she were in a better mood, she would remain civil, but the question itself only irritated her.

Even in one of her most vulnerable moments, he wouldn’t leave her alone!

“It’s none of your business,” she said in a sharper tone than she had intended, but she didn’t really care. She just wanted him to keep quiet on the way home so she could process the enormity of her father’s illness in the privacy of her bedroom.

Christian didn’t seem to like her attitude. His eyes narrowed, and his smile contained a hint of displeasure.

“I am asking you if something has happened. Tell me now,” he said in an authoritative voice. “Don’t attempt to rebel, Miss Parker. You’re not a teenager anymore.”

She looked at him in disbelief. “Why the hell should I tell you? You don’t have the right to know every single thing that goes on in my life!”

“Yes, I do. You’re my fiancee and my soon-to-be wife. I have the right to know,” he answered simply.

“We are not that kind of couple, and you know it,” she snapped.

How dare he imply that she was behaving immaturely? She had a damn good reason to be snarky with him!

His grip on her hand tightened. “Tell me right now, Camille, or else-”

“Or else what? Are you going to threaten me again? That’s all you know how to do, isn’t it? That’s all you really do most of the time! That’s why, to me, you’re just a pitiful bastard. A scoundrel who never once thought about other people’s feelings and respecting their boundaries. No, you’re the worst person I have ever met in this world, and I wish you the most painful death possible!”

The words poured out of her mouth like running water. She could no longer stop herself.

But in truth, those harsh words were just the tip of the iceberg. There were many more cruel things she wanted to say to him, but she stopped herself at the last moment.

Her wish for him to die was one of her greatest hopes, even though it sounded cold and ruthless of her.

He had ruined not only her life, but the lives of countless others as well. He thought of himself as someone who was so smart, so powerful, and so influential that he never cared about anyone but himself and his damned greed.

She watched his expression slowly darken at hearing her cursing. Camille knew that her words had upset him, but he was visibly holding back.

After all, his two bodyguards were still there, standing at a respectful distance, and there were also security cameras that were constantly being monitored.

So, as someone who didn’t want to make a scene in public, Christian thankfully kept quiet.

Still, Camille’s voice was loud enough to echo throughout the entire floor – which, fortunately, only she and Christian occupied – and it was just pure luck that there were no other guests or staff in the area.

“Miss Parker, do not test me,” Christian said in a cold voice. “Surely you know that I am not someone to be crossed.”

Camille bristled. “You must think I give a damn about that right now!” she snapped. “Just leave me alone tonight. For once in your life, stop being selfish and acting like a domineering bastard. I am so sick of you!”