Secret Contract: Breaking Free

Episode 4

Leon is swift and resolute. His attire for interviews is always impeccable, with a well-fitting high-end suit. "This is too much." Camellia mumbled, and Leon tilted his head: "What?"

His face displaying no unusual emotion, and his eyes remained composed. Camellia studied his expression, contemplating his words. With a subtle curl of her lips, she offered a delicate smile and softly uttered, "Nothing."

Leon turned his head to look at her. Camellia's facial features have fully grown. Her skin is so tender. She has taken the time to freshen up. Her flowing locks were a tad dishevelled, and the rosy hue on her face had faded. Her eyes seemed to fall with starlight in the dark, bright and dazzling. Leon gazed into the depths of those eyes, a smile playing on his lips as he softly uttered, "Pretty little liar."

The three short words were like bells and drums hitting Camellia's heart. The slightly doting attitude made her heart beat faster, and her chest was throbbing that could not be ignored. She felt lightheaded. Things are always like this. With just a few words from Leon, a subtle gesture, her heart fills with joy and a sense of surrender, willing to sink with him.

Camellia's heart was filled with joy. She hugged Leon and rubbed her head against his neck. His tie carried a faint scent, one that Leon always wore, a comforting aroma that she knew so well. The rain continued to fall outside the car window, creating a sense of confinement within the enclosed space. The light from the TV was flickering. Camellia's hand around Leon's waist began to move.

Leon looked down at the tablet and whispered, "We'll be home soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the car shook, as it was pressed on the speed bump. It was dark outside, and the rain washed on the glass, making crackling sounds. Camellia looked for a few minutes and the car stopped.

"We're here." Camellia turned off the TV and switched the ambient light to the normal light. The space was immediately illuminated. Leon closed on the tablet and turned to look at her: "Let’s go."

The car stopped in the garage. The bodyguard got out first, followed by the driver. They stood in a row, lowered their heads, and Camellia picked up the condom boxes scattered on the seat, and a small toy given by the shopper. She took it in her hand and looked at it for a few times.

"What is it?" Leon asked beside her, and Camellia stuffed it into the bag casually: “Don't know, the shopper gave it to me."

She lowered her head to adjust the hem of her skirt. There were small wrinkles in the skirt from a moment ago. The fabric is fine, and it was smoothed out with a gentle pull. Camellia tidied herself up and stepped on her heels to open the door and get out. Her wrist was grabbed and she turned her head.

"Hold." Leon said, "It's raining outside." As he spoke, he took off his suit and put it on Camellia's shoulders: "Don't get wet." Leon's face was illuminated by the car's light, with his eyebrows resembling dark silhouettes and his eyes sparkling like distant stars. Camellia was stunned. feeling a wave of warmth emanating from the jacket, accompanied by the distinct scent of Leon's cologne.

A warm embrace of scent enveloped her, seeping into her very being. Camellia's heart was unexpectedly filled with tenderness. His consistent behaviour never failed to evoke a profound response from her, as if his seemingly insignificant gestures had the power to plunge her into a dark and overwhelming abyss called Leon Harrington. Trapped in a situation she couldn't escape from.

"What’s on your mind?" Leon carried his briefcase and looked at Camellia's stunned look. His eyes fell on her slightly raised slender neck. Although he was very careful with his power just now, Camellia's sensitive skin still left a faint red mark. He stretched out his hand to gather the collar around her neck before Camellia reacted. She whispered, "Let’s go home."

Camellia got out of the car on her high heels. There were several people standing outside, with upright postures. The raindrops fell on their clothes, leaving a small piece of water stains. As Leon stepped out of the car, they merely dipped their heads ever so slightly.

Leon wanted the best of everything, and his bodyguards were no exception. They were well-trained like an army.

Camellia walked past several people and walked quickly into the villa.

The villa is spacious, boasting three or four conference rooms that, surprisingly, remain untouched and unused. A few years ago, Camellia converted the conference rooms into karaoke rooms, cinemas, gyms and studies. The original study room was next to the bedroom, but Leon felt that the room was not big enough, so he turned it into a large bedroom. The room was so empty that Camellia had to stare at the ceiling for a long time every morning when she woke up.

"What are you eating tonight?" Camellia put down her bag and turned to look at Leon: "There are still some food in the refrigerator."

"Anything will suffice." Leon sat on the sofa and took out his phone. Camellia guessed that he was going to deal with business, so she lowered her head and went into the kitchen.

Strangely enough, Leon is very strict about everything, almost a perfectionist, yet he doesn't exhibit the same level of selectiveness when it comes to food. He said that it was because he used to be very picky. The chef at home changed once a month, and his mother had no choice but to throw him to a country villa. He was forced to live there for three months, and changed after returning.

When he said this, he raised his head and asked Camellia: "And you, my dear, what do you like?"

Picky about food? Camellia put the coffee beans away and lowered her eyes. When she was a child, she was lucky to have enough to eat. How could she be picky?

The aroma of coffee gradually spread. Camellia poured a cup and walked into the living room. Leon was still on the phone.

"Coffee." Camellia put the cup on the coffee table. Seeing Leon hung up the phone, she was still tired and couldn't help asking: "Is the project difficult?"

She knew very little about Leon's company because she never said it and never handled business in the villa, so everything Camellia knew came from the news.

And recently, the news about Dominic was that Leon represented Country A to attend the International Financial Conference.

Almost every day, it occupied the front page of financial news.

"No." Leon pursed his lips after saying that. Camellia knew that he didn't want to talk more, so she stood up and said, “Good, why not go take a shower first, and then go to the steam room for a while."

Leon took off his tie and nodded.

After Camellia adjusted the time and temperature in the steam room, she pushed open the door. Leon was taking off his clothes. His shirt slid down his shoulders. With broad shoulders and narrow waist, Leon not only has high requirements for material things, but also for his body from top to bottom.

Her eyes were too burning. Leon turned his head and asked unabashedly, "Together?"

They had shared baths and playful nights in the bathroom before, but back then, the ambiance was different - it had a certain allure that is lacking now. Leon's direct invitation caused Camellia to give him an unhappy glare, filled with a hint of playfulness.

"You go." Camellia said, "I'll make you some salad."

Camellia left the bathroom door. With his body turned to the side, she had an unobstructed view of his well-defined chest and chiselled abs.

Camellia's palms holding the door handle were warm and sweaty, and her heart was pounding. She quickly closed the door while she could still control herself.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the sound of water.

The fruits were all in the refrigerator. Camellia took out the fruits. Apples were specially supplied. They were just right for this season, all juicy and sweet. The flavour was a delightful combination of tangy and sugary, resulting in a truly enjoyable taste. She walked to the bathroom with a smile on her lips. When she passed by the living room, she heard Leon's phone ringing. She turned her head and saw that the screen was on.

Camellia rarely touched Leon's personal belongings, especially his phone, but he had received several calls for work tonight, so it must be urgent. Thinking of this, she walked over to pick up the phone, ready to bring it in and give it to Leon. Before she held the phone, she suddenly saw a familiar name.

Natalie Harrington. Leon's aunt. So it was probably not a business matter.

Camellia had no reason to help her bring the phone in, but her eyes still did not move away from the screen, which displayed a message, “Leon, have you met the granddaughter of the Winchester family? What do you think of the wedd...”

The rest of the words were not displayed. Camellia, however, had no desire to continue reading.

It turned out that he was not only going to attend the conference this time, but also...

Very good, his aunt was right, it's time to consider marriage.

But has he ever thought about the relationship between them? Or, in his eyes, she has always been just a canary?

A heart-wrenching pain came over her, as if she was pricked by a needle, and Camellia's forehead was sweating.

There was a sound from the bathroom, she blinked, took two deep breaths, collected her spirits, picked up the fruit plate and walked in. Leon was still soaking in the bathtub, and the foam stuck to his supple skin.

"Fruit?" Leon asked, Camellia raised her eyes, "Yeah."

She walked over with it and put it on the table next to the bathtub. Leon stretched out his arms. His muscles glistened like a deity basking under the radiant glow of a crystal lamp.

Camellia sat down by the bathtub. Leon reached for a piece, but he put his hand on Camellia's lips. Camellia was slightly startled and looked up at him. The corners of her eyes were slightly red. Leon didn't notice and asked, "Try it for me. I want to see if it's sweet."

The fragrance of the fruit was floating around, not strong but intoxicating. Camellia stared at Leon blankly, opened her mouth stiffly, and bit off the apple in his hand.

"Is it sweet?" Leon asked. Camellia lowered her eyes, her nose felt sour, and she said in a slightly lower voice, "Not sweet, very bitter."

Her eyes were warm, and she continued, "Very."

Leon seemed to be unconvinced. Just when he was about to taste a piece, Camellia turned her head suddenly, her eyes narrowing and the corners tinged with red. She opened her lips and bite his finger in the air.