Chapter 49 Slept with the Wrong Person?
That night, she pulled the "I'm not feeling well" card to crash solo in the guest room.
She was terrified that if she stayed in the master bedroom with Leopold for even one more second, she'd lose it and hurl.
That night was pitch black.
The wind was freezing.
The tears just wouldn't stop.
Next day, she hit up the hospital for a full check-up.
Luckily, everything came back clear.
From then on, she made sure to keep Leopold at arm's length.
And Leopold? Clueless as ever.
Camilla snapped, "You're seriously grossing me out. Can you just stay away from me?"
Leopold's breath caught, like someone had a chokehold on him. For a second, he couldn't even meet her eyes.
He thought, 'So, she knows everything.'
The sky started to drizzle again.
The wind was howling, bone-chilling cold.
Leopold stood in the rain, letting it drench him. He was like a statue, eyes glued to Camilla's retreating figure, not budging an inch.
Amara dashed out from the rain, seeing his pale lips and ice-cold body, crying, "Leopold, stop this. Take care of yourself, okay? If you keep standing in the rain, you'll get sick!"
Amara stood beside him, also soaked and shivering. "You're standing here, but she doesn't give a damn if you live or die! I'm the one who loves you. I don't want to break up. Please, let me stay with you, okay?"
Leopold ignored her, shoving her away with red eyes. "Get lost!"
"Fine, if you won't leave, then I'll stay with you!" Amara gritted her teeth, giving up on trying to convince him.
Leopold was lost in his own world, not caring about what Amara said or did.
He stubbornly stared in the direction Camilla had left, hoping she'd soften and look back, even if just for a second.
But Camilla walked away, firm and unyielding.
Drunkenness and cold hit him hard, and Leopold couldn't hold on, collapsing in the rain.
Amara freaked out and rushed forward. "Leopold! Leopold! Don't do this to me!"
She ran to the alley and flagged down a taxi. The driver, a woman, helped her struggle to get Leopold into the car.
Back at the villa, Amara immediately changed Leopold into dry clothes, dried his hair with a towel, and kept busy, not caring that she was still soaked.
The family doctor showed up after getting the call and treated Leopold. It wasn't until midnight that Leopold, though still out of it, didn't look as pale as before.
In the middle of the night, the exhausted Amara, half-asleep, heard Leopold mumbling in his sleep. She leaned closer and clearly heard him repeatedly saying "Camilla."
Amara remembered the scene of Leopold coldly breaking up with her during the day. What she had always feared had finally come true.
But she wasn't ready to give up. She had spent so much time and effort to get close to Leopold, finally driving Camilla away and taking her place. How could she let go so easily?
Thinking of this, Amara looked at the sleeping Leopold, her gaze growing darker.
Finally, as if making a decision, Amara gritted her teeth, stripped off her clothes, found a nightgown that Camilla had left behind in the wardrobe, and carefully lay on top of Leopold.
Leopold, still groggy, suddenly felt something soft pressing against his chest. That scent—it was so familiar. He barely cracked his eyes open and, in his blurry vision, saw Camilla!
She had finally come back!
Wearing that sexy nightgown he loved the most.
This time, he wasn't letting go!
He quickly flipped over and pinned her beneath him, kissing her urgently, murmuring, "Camilla, Camilla."
He thought, 'You finally forgive me.'
The chaos lasted until the middle of the night before it finally ended.
Leopold fell asleep, totally content.
The next day, Leopold woke up, instinctively rubbing his throbbing temples, feeling like needles were pricking him.
But then, his elbow touched something warm, and he froze.
Turning his head, he saw Amara lying beside him.
Both of them were naked, covered by the same blanket.
Amara's neck still had traces of red marks, her blushed cheeks looking particularly alluring.
Leopold shook his head, the chaotic and steamy scenes from last night slowly coming back to him.
He slapped his forehead in frustration. How did he end up hooking up with Amara in such a muddled state?
Amara had been awake for a while. Feeling Leopold's movements, she slowly opened her eyes, looking adorably sleepy. She was stunned, then a blush spread across her cheeks.
She shyly bit her lip, then reached out and hugged Leopold from behind. "Baby, you hurt me so much last night. I kept saying no, but you wouldn't stop..."
Before she could finish, Leopold frowned. "What exactly happened last night?"
Before those steamy memories, he only remembered standing outside Camilla's house, watching her leave without looking back.
As for when he got home and how he ended up in bed with Amara, he couldn't remember any of it.
Seeing his bad expression, Amara's eyes flickered. Two seconds later, tears started to fall. "Yesterday, you fainted in the rain. I took a taxi to bring you back and took care of you for a long time. I was going to leave, but you held onto me, wouldn't let me go, and pressed me onto the bed... I kept saying it hurt, but you didn't listen, and then it just... happened."
She bit her lip, looking up at Leopold with trembling eyelashes, looking so pitiful it made one's heart ache. "Last night was my first time. You're my first love and my first man. I just like you and want to stay by your side, so I came to find you. If you really want to break up, I won't cling on. I'll leave right now."
With that, Amara lifted the blanket, picked up her clothes from the floor, and started dressing while crying.
Leopold just felt a headache.
When Amara lowered her head, the fresh hickeys on her neck were exposed, silently accusing him of his actions last night.
Amara's hands trembled as she tried to fasten her bra, failing several times. She was shaking all over, like a drenched, homeless kitten.
He thought, 'Forget it.'
Leopold finally softened. "Let's not talk about breaking up for now. Let's just leave it as it is."
"Get dressed. I'll take a shower and then drive you back to school."
Closing the bathroom door, Amara finally dropped her pitiful act, a smug smile curling her lips.
As for the nightgown that could prove she had seduced him, she had already put it back in the wardrobe before Leopold woke up.
She thought, 'If I had to, I might just make it more exciting.'
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