Secret Contract: Breaking Free

Camellia rarely goes out. She is not used to checking the forecast beforehand. She froze for an instant as the rain pelted her face, and then she ducked beneath the eaves of the adjacent store. The summer rain came fast and furious, just now it was just drizzling, but a few minutes later it was already pouring down. Camellia stepped back on her thin heels to hide. Many people are passing by, a few of them rushed past in the rain curtain and looked back lingeringly. Like a beauty walking out of a mural, Camellia stands there in her floral dress, with wavy hair, no makeup, amazing check bone, rosy lips, and exquisite features. As the rain fell around her, she stood, like a delicate flower standing firm in the face of the storm, stunningly beautiful enough to hold anyone's gaze. Some guys eagerly approached her, each with an umbrella, to strike up a conversation. In contrast, Camellia dipped her head and busied herself with texting. "Why it is always raining the second I go outside!" In particular, she hated when it rained. "The rain god loves you," her friend texted back. "Let it go." Camellia rolled her eyes: "What if I go out and get in the sun?" "The sun god loves you." Camellia was amused: "What if I run into you when I go out?" Her friend said without hesitation: "I love you." Camellia put her fingertips on the screen, her profile was calm and gentle, and she looked like a lotus who was not interested in fighting with the world, but the words she sent were domineering: "Hahahahaha f**k off." Her friend seemed to have gotten used to it, "why not put down your phone and walk three steps forward." Camellia frowned: "Why?" The friend replied, "Let the heavy rain wash your restless heart." Camellia was holding her phone and laughed. She tried to hold it in but couldn't help but sent her message: "Go away." After sending it, she felt refreshed and was not so impatient to see the rain. There were several men around her, all of whom wanted to move to her side. The air around her was also filled with the faint smell of sweat from men. Before the man on the left was about to speak, she covered her head with her handbag and rushed out. The men behind her watched her slender figure disappear in the rain. The rain was heavy and dense. Camellia rushed to the downstairs of the mall and her body was half wet. She went into the bathroom on the first floor and half dried her clothes in it before coming out. The rain was still falling, and she could still hear other people's faint complaints when she got on the elevator and on to the fourth floor. The fourth floor is for lingerie stores, with one or two s*x shops occasionally. Although the store is not big, it is spacious. Not many people come here. When Camellia entered, two shop assistants were chatting head to head. "This works well. I tried it last time. Spot on within a minute of the third hour." "You slut." Camellia stood behind the two and coughed lightly. The attendant's playful attitude immediately subsided. Turning around, he saw Camellia and smiled again, "Hey dear, you are here." "Everything you want is packed." The attendant smiled and said: "I'll get it for you." Camellia nodded: "Thanks." Maybe no one would believe that she went out once a month to buy condoms. Leon is selective about almost everything, including s*x. He only uses this particular brand and is not willing to compromise. This brand is only available at Envision, so she comes here once a month. Over time, she grew acquainted with the store staff. She has been a regular customer for quite some time. A shopper approached Camellia and kindly offered her some tea, sensing her thirst. She reached for the cup and took a sip without any hesitation. The tea exuded a comforting warmth, its delicate sweetness dancing on the taste buds. With a smile on her face, she expressed her gratitude: "Thank you." Her smile was a work of art, with eyes like crescents, eyelashes as thin and delicate as cicada wings. The shopper’s heart raced as he caught a glimpse of her radiant smile. In an attempt to ease his own unease, he quickly switched on the TV. The store was filled with the resonating voice of the host as they delivered the latest financial news. The man sitting opposite exuded an air of ease and generosity. Whenever faced with questions he preferred not to answer, he would lower his gaze and purse his lips, in profound contemplation. This is Leon's habitual action. "Dear you have a good taste." The staff who went upstairs came in with a black bag and said to Camellia: "This product is very popular and will be sold out by the end of the month, but don't worry, I will pack yours separately." She said, "By the way, the manager said that the purchase of this product will be delayed next month. There are still a few boxes left in the store. Do you want to buy more to stock up?" Next month... Camellia's eyes were darkened. She blinked and declined: "No, I will buy them again if I need them." "Okay." The shopper smiled: "I will pack these for you first." Camellia handed over the black card, and the staff took her to the cashier. Another staff said to Camellia: "Miss, do you want to see other things?" She pointed to the shelf not far away: "There are several new products over there." Camellia followed her line of sight and nodded for the first time: "Okay, I'll go and see it myself." As she walked over, her eyes kept glancing in the direction of the TV. The man on the screen changed his sitting posture, still dignified and elegant. The staff didn't follow her after hearing that, but walked to the cashier on the other side. "Is that Leon Harrington?" The shopper who swiped the card opened the package box skillfully, put the products inside and said, "I remember he went to attend a meeting last month?" "It was for the International Financial Exchange, on the 14th of last month." It was the 16th, Camellia corrected in her heart. "Oh, right, it's the one where each country selects a representative." The staff closed the package box and said admiringly, "It's really awesome. There is no one like Mr. Harrington in his career." "That's for sure. He is the first person in this country to be awarded the title of Man of the Year, and the first one to be on the list of the world's most influential men under 40." The staff said in an admiring tone, "I don't know if I can see him in this life. I heard that he is much better looking in person than on TV." He is indeed better looking and sexier than on TV, especially when he presses on her every time in silk pajamas. Camellia lowered her head and reached out to touch the toys on the shelf, her ears slightly red. She thought of being tortured by Leon, who wanted extreme happiness after being extremely tired, especially when he came back from a trip and could hold her all night. She was so tired that she almost fainted, but her body was very honest. Especially those big hands, it was like being cast a spell, no matter what she did, it was not enough. Not to mention that Leon called her with a hoarse voice every time he was not satisfied, she couldn't resist. A girl walked towards Camellia with the packaged bag and the card, "Dear, everything is ready." Camellia did not hesitate to take the bag and nodded slightly. The girl saw her standing in front of the shelf and staring at the small toys for a long time, and asked: "Do you like this one?" Before Camellia replied, the message sound of her mobile phone came from her bag. She took out her phone and saw a short message: "Where are u?" She typed, "Envision." The other end replied, "I am outside." Camellia put away her phone immediately. Seeing that the girl was still looking at her, she said: "No, I'm good." Seeing this, the girl took the small toy from the shelf and put it in the bag, and smiled, "You are a regular customer, this one is on the house.” Camellia hurried out and had no time to say more, so she simply accepted it. The girl escorted her to the door. Camellia took a look at the sky outside when she got on the elevator. It was very dark and heavy, with signs of heavy rain. Maybe it was raining, no one went out, and there were not many people in the elevator. When she reached the first floor, the lobby was empty. Camellia trotted out, her steps were hurried, her face was slightly red, and she paused when she was about to reach the door, opened her handbag, and took out a silver chain from it and tied it around her ankle. She was seen by Leon as soon as she walked out of Envision Building. She was graceful and light, wearing a floral skirt. Maybe it was rained on, the clothes were not dry yet, the outline of the light-colored underwear was faintly visible, and there were traces of the clothes being wet. Her skin was delicate. Leon remembered that she had sensitive skin. She didn't like to be seen with traces of love, so she always wore long sleeves and long pants at home, and rarely wore such a short skirt. Her purity radiated, captivating all who beheld her. Leon's hands gently rested on his chest as his gaze traced every detail of Camellia's delicate features. From her bare face to her collarbone and waist, his eyes finally settled on the graceful curve of her calves peeking out from under her skirt. They possessed a graceful and slender physique. She wore a delicate silver anklet, adorned with two tiny bells that tinkled softly with each step she took. With each gentle touch of Camellia's foot, a delicate chime would resonate in the air. The sound had a crispness to it. Leon's eyes deepened, and his fingers gently tapped on his elbows. Camellia looked around the door, and before she found Leon's car, she saw a man in a black suit approaching, bowed her head and said respectfully: "Please come this way." It was one of Leon's bodyguards. Camellia followed him to a black car, and the rear window slowly lowered a little, revealing half of Leon's profile, just to the position of his lips. The slightly thick lips moved, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Get in the car." Camellia sensed the underlying impatience in his voice and couldn't help but frown. She was dragged in as soon as the car door opened.