Chapter 122 Calling for Camilla Again? Pathetic
They were all guys, so how could Marcus not see his feelings for Camilla?
It might not be super obvious, but they were definitely there. He couldn't help but notice them.
Marcus paused and suddenly turned around.
Camilla was just a step behind and didn't see Sebastian because Marcus was blocking her view. When Marcus stopped, she almost bumped into him.
Luckily, she managed to steady herself.
"Sorry," Marcus looked down at her. "I forgot something."
Camilla looked puzzled.
The next second, a cup of bubble tea was shoved into her hand.
The warm temperature through her palm made her pause.
"Hold it carefully, I'm not responsible if you spill it."
Camilla asked, puzzled, "When did you buy this?"
They had been sitting face to face the whole time, and she hadn't seen him make any move to order.
Marcus smirked. "Secret."
"Oh." Camilla nodded. "You seem so skilled at this, you must have used this trick to charm many girls."
"Wrong, this trick has only been used on you."
Camilla's smile vanished.
She felt they were too close and discreetly stepped back half a step.
Marcus noticed her retreat and understood that the more he pushed her now, the worse it would be.
What if he pushed Camilla too much and she jumped into someone else's arms?
"Alright, go back. I won't walk you upstairs; you probably don't want me to."
Camilla said, "Goodbye."
"Mm."
Marcus didn't linger. He watched her cross the street and then drove away.
Camilla was still holding the bubble tea, thinking about what to do with it, when she suddenly looked up and saw Sebastian standing under a tree. She was startled.
"Sebastian, you haven't gone up yet?"
"Waiting for you." He glanced at the hot tea in Camilla's hand. "Do you like drinking that?"
"Not often, but it's okay to have a cup occasionally."
Sebastian stared at the bubble tea and suddenly said, "I've never had it."
Camilla was puzzled.
"I don't know what it tastes like. Is it good?"
Camilla asked, "How about I give it to you?"
Sebastian replied, "Sure, thanks."
"You're welcome."
Marcus was in a great mood, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat.
Even waiting at a red light, he was more patient.
Oliver called, and the car's Bluetooth automatically answered.
Instantly, loud heavy metal music blared, making Marcus frown.
"Marcus, what have you been up to lately?" Oliver seemed to have moved to a relatively quieter place, but the background noise was still chaotic.
Marcus said, "Work."
"What about besides work?" Oliver's eyes twinkled, and he grinned, "Any progress in your love life?"
Marcus raised an eyebrow, "Who are you asking it for? Is Leopold next to you? If he wants to know, let him ask himself."
Oliver, looking like he'd been caught, shrugged at Leopold, who was smoking nearby.
"Marcus, what are you talking about? You're overthinking it. I was just asking casually, not for anyone!"
"Really?" Marcus chuckled, clearly not believing him, "It's okay to tell you. By the way, shouldn't you put me on speaker now?"
Oliver, who was putting him on speaker, was stunned.
"Is it on? Are you sure the people next to you can hear? Alright, then I'll say it."
Leopold, who was smoking, paused and instinctively stood up straight.
Marcus said, "The progress is, I just left her place, and she accepted the bubble tea I gave her. Is that enough?"
"If not, I have more. An hour ago, we were sitting and chatting at a coffee shop near her place."
"Every word is true, feel free to verify~"
Oliver glanced at Leopold, whose face had turned extremely sour, and thought, 'Is it too late to turn off the speaker now?'
Marcus added fuel to the fire, "Did you hear that clearly? Do you need me to repeat it? Maybe someone should record it and study it carefully later."
"Oliver, you seem busy. I have something to do, so I'll hang up now."
With that, Oliver quickly hung up.
Marcus chuckled and sped off.
"Leopold," Oliver cautiously said, "Don't listen to his nonsense. It might be fake."
Leopold, expressionless, turned and went back to the private room.
Oliver quickly followed, thinking, 'This is bad.'
Simon, sitting on the couch, looked puzzled and kept signaling to Oliver, 'What's up with Leopold? How did he get so upset after just a smoke?'
Oliver signaled, 'Don't ask, I'm exhausted.'
Leopold called a waiter, "Bring two bottles of whiskey. No one leaves until we finish them."
By 2 AM, the drinks were finished, and everyone was passed out drunk.
Leopold leaned against the bar, eyes closed, mumbling softly, "Camilla."
Oliver leaned in to listen.
Simon lit a cigarette and, without needing to listen, guessed, "Calling for Camilla again?"
"Yeah."
"Serves him right! He made such a scene when they broke up, didn't leave Camilla any dignity, and now he's all miserable."
"Pathetic."
Oliver coughed lightly, "Stop it. What now? Take him home?"
"We both drank. Who's driving? Just take him to a hotel, get a room, let him sleep it off, and go home tomorrow."
"Sounds good." Oliver nodded.
Morning, hotel.
Leopold was groggy, the phone ringing repeatedly, giving him a splitting headache.
"This better be urgent!" He answered impatiently, not even checking who it was.
"Sir, it's Mira. Amara says her stomach hurts. I don't know what to do. Can you come back and check?"
Leopold frowned, "If she's unwell, go to the hospital. I'm not a doctor. What can I do?"
Mira said, "The doctor already came and said she is emotionally distressed, which could affect the baby. Having someone with her might help. She doesn't seem to be faking it. What if something happens to the baby? You should come back."
Leopold didn't want to deal with it, but remembering his promise to Elodie, he resignedly got out of bed.
Cursing under his breath, he started getting dressed.
In the villa, Amara already knew Leopold was coming back.
She put on light makeup, the kind men liked, and changed into a sexy off-shoulder dress.
Her belly was still flat, not showing any signs of pregnancy, but she had gained a bit of weight from being well-fed recently.
So, with her curves accentuated by the silk fabric, she looked even more alluring.
Amara stood in front of the full-length mirror, checking herself from all angles, adjusting her outfit, and finally nodded in satisfaction.
Soon, Leopold arrived home.
She held her waist and greeted him with a smile, "Leopold, you're back. I missed you so much."
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