Chapter 10 She Will Come Back to Me
Sebastian just stood there, not saying a word.
For him, food was just fuel, and he didn't give a damn about the taste. "All washed."
Camilla shot a glance his way; those perfectly lined-up veggies screamed OCD.
"What’s so funny?" Sebastian asked, confused.
Camilla cleared her throat, "Nothing, you can head out now."
"Alright." Sebastian dried his hands and gave a slight nod.
Camilla whipped up a feast, mostly light dishes, all stuff Aurora loved and could eat.
"Impressive you still remember," Aurora said.
After they ate, Camilla offered to handle the dishes.
Sebastian jumped into the kitchen to help out.
Under the warm yellow light, Sebastian's shadow stretched long.
From Camilla's angle, his chiseled profile looked like a Greek statue.
Aurora leaned against the doorframe, "Camilla, how’d you meet Sebastian?"
Sebastian was her star student, and Camilla was her favorite. She’d been wanting to introduce them forever.
It turned out, they met on their own.
Just then, a voice came from outside the door.
"Professor Garcia, you’ve got a visitor!"
Aurora turned and headed to the living room, where a girl stood up from the sofa, smiling.
"Hey, Professor Garcia, I’m Clara. I visited you in the hospital before and asked about this year’s grad admissions."
Aurora nodded, "I remember, have a seat."
Clara’s smile got even brighter, "I heard you’ve been resting at home, so I brought you some food supplements."
Aurora glanced at the gift boxes on the table, all pricey stuff.
Her smile faded a bit.
Clara went on, "About the grad admissions I mentioned last time..."
Aurora cut her off, "Thanks, I appreciate it, but you should take these back. As for the grad program, I admit students every year, and it’s super competitive. Whether you get in depends on your own abilities."
Clara was stunned.
Last time in the hospital, Aurora had said stuff like "there’s a chance," "you can try," and "good luck." Why the change in tone today?
"Professor Garcia, I..."
"Clara, I’m sorry, but I have other guests here, so I can’t keep you. I’ll have someone help you carry these to your car."
Clara got the hint.
She had no clue what went wrong and left feeling bummed, accidentally bumping into someone on her way out.
"Camilla?" she exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"
Camilla, in a simple white T-shirt and a plain apron, was holding a bag of trash.
"What a coincidence," Camilla was also surprised but quickly smiled and greeted her.
She didn’t dislike Clara. Though Clara had that rich-girl arrogance, she wasn’t obnoxious and was polite enough.
But their relationship could never be as close as she and Juniper.
Clara looked her up and down, "Are you working as a maid now?"
Camilla was puzzled.
"Didn’t Leopold give you any money? Oh my God! This is too much! I can’t stand him anymore!" Clara ranted as she stomped out in her high heels, dialing her phone.
It wasn’t that she felt sorry for Camilla; if Camilla wanted to be a doormat, that was her choice. But Leopold’s behavior was just too low!
It was like going to a restaurant and not tipping!
Clara felt utterly embarrassed.
"Hello, Leopold! I can’t hold back anymore..."
The call connected, and Clara was about to let loose.
"I'm busy, no time for your crap."
"No, what? You're the one who's out of line! How can you be so stingy? Don't you know stingy guys are as gross as rats?"
"Go find someone else to vent to," Leopold had no clue what she was on about.
Clara didn't back down, "Camilla does your laundry, cooks for you, keeps you company, and you don't give her a dime? Forcing her to work as a maid to make money, don't you care about your reputation?"
Leopold went silent for a moment, "Who are you talking about?"
"Camilla."
"What do you mean by maid?"
Clara spilled everything she saw, "This time you've really gone too far."
Leopold didn't catch the rest of Clara's rant.
His mind was stuck on, Camilla, maid, making money.
It seemed that even though Camilla had cashed the fifty-million-dollar check, she didn't dare to actually use it.
Leopold loosened his tie, his face a mix of emotions.
He had thought she would be fine without him, but it turned out she couldn't even survive.
"Leopold, what are you waiting for? It's your turn." Marcus pointed to the dice cup in his hand, reminding him.
"I'm done." Leopold grabbed his suit jacket and car keys, ready to bounce.
"Didn't you say you wanted to hang out?" Marcus was confused.
Leopold, "Not anymore, something came up."
He thought, 'This time Camilla would have to beg me to come get her, right?'
Leopold waited in his car for a long time, but aside from two work calls and a bunch of work messages, he didn't get the call he was expecting.
He decided not to wait any longer and drove straight to Juniper's apartment.
Camilla had no family in Imperial City, and every time they fought, she would go to Juniper's place. He had picked her up from there many times.
So, he didn't even need GPS to get there.
"Leopold?"
As he got out of the car, someone called him. Leopold turned around and saw Juniper with a Moore guy, apparently heading home.
"What are you doing here?" Juniper looked at him warily.
"Where's Camilla?"
"What do you want?"
"I asked you, where's Camilla?" Leopold's tone grew impatient.
Juniper was bold and wild, and Leopold didn't have a good impression of her. He had even warned Camilla to stay away from her to avoid learning bad habits.
But Camilla, usually obedient, didn't listen to him on this matter, which made Leopold's impression of Juniper even worse.
Juniper wasn't backing down, "You need to understand, you two have broken up. What right do you have to ask me about her?"
Leopold sneered, "How many times have we broken up? Can you count them on your fingers?"
"So what?"
"Stopping me is pointless."
After all, Camilla would eventually come back and beg for reconciliation.
Juniper was infuriated by his arrogance, "Do you consider Camilla to be of no importance? You want her when you want, discard her when you don't, as if she doesn't matter or deserve any respect."
Leopold didn't want to hear her crap, "If you don't tell me, I'll go upstairs and find her myself."
At this point, the Moore guy beside Juniper stepped forward, blocking him, "Sir, breaking into a private residence is illegal."
Leopold didn't even look at him, his gaze fixed on Juniper, sneering, "Fine, I remember this. But stopping me is useless; she'll come back to me in the end."
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