My Fiance In Disguise

Chapter 6

Camellia, her mind racing, her heart heavy, closed her eyes. She was thinking she lost her chance the empress take an action first before she could even ask Glenda. But she knew that this wasn’t just about her own survival.

She had to find a way to protect the witness, to fight for the answers she have been searching for, and too find the truth about her parents as soon as possible she has to find another person who knew the past before the empress could.

She knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter, a chapter filled with danger, intrigue, and unexpected twists of fate. And, perhaps, love.

Sleep was a fickle thing. Camellia drifted in and out of dreams, each one a chaotic tapestry of danger, loss, and longing. Images of the demon's fiery eyes, Glenda's gentle face, and the echoing emptiness of her mother's absence swirled in her mind.

She tossed and turned, her sleep disturbed by the weight of her past and the uncertainty of her future.

When she finally woke, the sunlight streaming through the window painted the small bedroom in warm hues of gold and orange. She stretched, feeling the stiffness of her muscles, and glanced at the clock. It was late morning.

“Darling, wake up,” Melissa’s voice, soft and inviting, filled the room. “And have some breakfast with us.”

Camellia, feeling a pang of guilt for sleeping so late, stumbled out of bed. “Oh, pardon me... I overslept,” she said, her voice laced with apology.

“It’s okay, dear. Come on,” Melissa replied, her smile as bright as the sunlight.

Camellia joined Melissa and Diego at the kitchen table, the air filled with the comforting aromas of freshly brewed coffee and baking bread.

The young man, Devin, sat at a small table by the window, his red hair a fiery contrast to the pale glow of the early morning light.

He was drinking tea, his gaze fixed on the steaming cup in his hands lost in thought.

“Mister, are you alright? Does your head still hurt?” Celest asked, her voice gentle. “What is your name? I’m Jasmine,”

He didn’t answer, only continued sipping his tea. Camellia, frowned, a growing unease settling in her stomach.

"Is he a deaf and mute man?" she murmured to herself, her voice laced with concern.

“Yeah, he’s definitely deaf and mute. Poor man,” she murmured again, this time, a little louder, as if talking to herself.

Devin, who had been quietly sipping his tea, suddenly set his cup down, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He leaned forward, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Hey, Grandma! It’s Devin, I'm not mute... you just talk too much"

He playfully smacked Camellia’s head with the back of his hand, a light, teasing gesture. The contact was more of a playful tap than a harsh blow.

“Oww!” Camellia rubbed her head, rubbing her head, her eyes narrowing at the impudent young man. “You never said thank you, and now you call me a grandma? I’m not a grandma! You… You… You chicken!”

Devin chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Chicken? Who, me? Grandma suits you better than ‘miss,’ since your hair is white.”

Camellia bristled. “It’s not white, it’s silver. You chicken. Has no one told you, it’s rude to insult your savior?”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Devin said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “What do you want? Money?”

Camellia stood up, her pride simmering. “What do you think I am? A beggar? A gold digger? I don’t lack money, chicken!”

"If not, why did a grandma passing by even help me?" Devin countered, his voice laced with cynicism.

Camellia narrowed her eyes. “Are you dumb? I did the same thing the couple did, helping out of kindness. Just in case you don’t know what kindness is, chicken!”

"Kindness?" Devin scoffed, his expression laced with skepticism. "Nonsense. Every helping hand is asking for a favor in return. So just be straightforward and stop with all your drama.”

“Fine,” Camellia said, crossing her arms. “I want you to not show your face to me again once we separate ways.”

Devin leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “Seriously? You’re not gonna ask for anything useful? Huh, Grandma, you look older than my grandmother.”

Camellia felt a surge of annoyance. He was a jerk, but he was also wounded and vulnerable. She couldn’t leave him to fend for himself, not after what he’d been through.

“I said, stop calling me a grandma!” she snapped, reaching out and grabbing his red hair.

“Oww!” Devin yelled, his hands instinctively trying to pry her fingers away. “Let go of my hair!”

The door opened with a bang, and Melissa and Diego stood in the doorway, their faces a mixture of amusement and teasing.

"So, your love language is physical touch, how sweet," Melissa chuckled, a twinkle in her eyes. "Diego's love language was words of affirmation, remember?"

Camellia, caught off guard, let go of Devin's hair, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Couple... who us? Physical touch?"

"Yeah, didn't you say he's your boyfriend?" Melissa said, her smile widening.

Devin grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, really? Boyfriend, huh?"

Celest glared at him. "I didn't know the meaning of boyfriend, so I said yes. Don't be delusional, you chicken!"

"You both look good together," Melissa added, her voice full of playful teasing.

Celest tried to explain, to tell them that she had no idea what she was doing, but before she could utter a single word, Devin cast a silent spell, a shimmering veil of magic that sealed her lips.

"Ahh, yes, sorry," Devin said smoothly, his arm wrapping around Camellia's shoulders. "My darling is just shy. We love each other very much. thank you very much to the both of you... we will take our leave in the future we will repay your kindness ."

" be careful young lovebirds "

Camellia, trapped by the spell, could only stare at him in frustration.

As they walked out of the house,

As soon as they were outside, the spell broke. "You chicken! How dare you do that? Fyi, I am not your girlfriend. And even if you're the last man in the world, I will never be your lover!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say," Devin said, his grin widening. "Let's part ways here... But who are you again?"

Devin looked around for Celest, but she was gone.

Camellia, her magic pulsing in her veins, had created a portal just before Devin turned around.

She slipped through the shimmering veil of magic, leaving him standing there, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"She's an interesting one," Devin murmured, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of frustration and amusement. "Destiny will always find its way... Little Grandma."

He chuckled, shaking his head, but his voice held a note of intrigue. Jasmine, he realized, was not like any other woman he'd encountered.

She was a puzzle, a challenge. And he couldn't shake the feeling that he was destined to solve her.