Chapter 10 "It's just a contract wedding
Camilla and Danieru had just arrived at a well-known boutique. This place specialized in wedding dresses, and was a regular for the Malaike family. Everyone knew Danieru; he used to frequent the place and had several business dealings there.
"It's just a contract wedding, why are you looking for a dress in a place like this?" Camilla asked. The woman had just gotten out of the car, her red mini dress fitting snugly against her body. Her matching stilettos were neatly fastened on her feet. She looked around, seeing many people stealing glances.
"My wedding is already in the public eye, so I have to give my best for the media." After saying this, Danieru immediately grabbed Camilla's hand, glanced at her, and exhaled softly.
"What?" Camilla asked, confused. She hadn't moved from her spot, and worse, she hadn't yet processed his words.
"Do you want to try on wedding dresses at the door?" Danieru asked.
Camilla gave him a strange look. “Trying on a wedding dress in front of the door? Are you crazy? I won't let a lowly person see my body.”
Danieru, unable to resist arguing, immediately picked Camilla up.
“Hey... what are you doing? Quick... put me down!” Camilla insisted, struggling in Danieru's arms.
“You're so troublesome,” Danieru commented.
Camilla continued to struggle, but Danieru deliberately let go of her.
“Ah... idiot!” Camilla winced as her bottom hit the floor. The woman stroked her waist, then lifted her head and looked at Danieru.
Danieru, who was met with that stare, immediately smiled. At first, he couldn't bear it, but Camilla herself had asked to be let go.
“Why did you let me go? Ah... this crazy man,” Camilla said. The woman was still stroking her waist, completely unaware that Danieru's brain sometimes malfunctioned.
“Didn't you ask me to let you go?” Danieru asked with his annoyingly innocent face.
Hearing her future husband's question made Camilla's eyes widen. "I never thought you'd—"
"You don't need to say it. I'm indeed very handsome and romantic." Danieru deliberately cut Camilla off, wanting to see her become even more annoyed with him.
After hearing Danieru's answer, Camilla immediately stood up, at a loss for words. She truly didn't know how to respond to that damned man.
"Ah!" Camilla clenched her fists as tightly as she could. "Let's go in now!"
Danieru chuckled, then took Camilla's hand and led her into the boutique. Several employees who had witnessed the commotion immediately lowered their heads, unsure what they were thinking, but they clearly found it very strange.
"Welcome, Young Master Malaike." A waitress immediately bowed; she was one of the people specifically tasked with serving the needs of the Malaike family members.
"I want the most expensive and newest wedding dress," Danieru said.
“Are you getting married?” the servant asked.
“No, I’m going to the funeral. Are you satisfied?” Danieru looked at Camilla, then turned his gaze to the servant.
“Ah… forgive me, sir. I was just a little surprised,” the servant replied.
Camilla looked away. Really… the answer Danieru had just given the servant was quite sharp. It was an indirect dig at the servant. She wanted to laugh, but she realized Danieru was upset.
Camilla desperately held back a smile; if she were in Danieru’s position, she would have said the same thing. Someone buying a wedding dress was obviously getting married soon, and… the servant had foolishly asked.
“What’s so funny?” Danieru asked.
Camilla averted her gaze, quite surprised by Danieru’s face being so close to hers. “N-nothing’s funny.”
The servants, watching the closeness between the two, lowered their heads again, clearly finding their behavior adorable.
“Are you sure?” Danieru asked again.
Camilla rolled her eyes in annoyance; it seemed like Danieru was about to start their petty drama. At a glance, Camilla knew what Danieru wanted, and she also understood that she had to follow the terms of the contract.
"Kitty, are you going to keep quiet?" Danieru asked in a very gentle tone.
Camilla felt goosebumps when she heard this. The man named Danieru was truly adept at controlling facial expressions, intonation, and even body language.
"Are you still angry about what happened earlier?" Danieru asked.
Camilla's eyes widened; the man was still reminding her of the unfortunate incident a few minutes earlier. But once again, Camilla tried to smile.
“Doggie, how could I stay mad at you for so long?” Camilla asked. She glanced around; everyone seemed to be listening intently.
“Really? Why don’t you provide proof?”
Camilla stared at Danieru for a moment, staring intently at him. Proof? What kind of proof did he mean?
“Give me a kiss,” Danieru whispered.
Camilla wanted to refuse, but doing so would be out of step with Danieru.
“Kitty,” Danieru reprimanded.
The woman immediately stepped forward and kissed Danieru on the cheek. Embarrassment suddenly surged, making Camilla’s face flush. Just as she was about to pull away, Danieru hugged her and kissed her again.
Click…
Click…
Click…
The voices were quite loud, and camera flashes rained down on Camilla and Danieru several times. And Camilla realized that Danieru was deliberately doing everything so that the paparazzi would capture this moment. The man wanted news of their marriage to spread like wildfire and shock everyone.
“Second Young Master, is it true that you and Young Lady Alistair are getting married?”
“Is it true that you’ve been in a relationship for a long time?”
“How long have you been dating?”
“When will your wedding be?”
“Miss Alistair, is the rumor that you got pregnant out of wedlock true, and you finally decided to go public with your relationship?”
“Miss Alistair, how did you and Second Young Master meet?”
Camilla closed her eyes tightly, her questions flying out in a flurry. Annoyed when Danieru didn’t break the kiss, she lightly hit him on the chest as a signal.
Understanding Camilla’s gesture, Danieru quickly ended his actions. He looked at the paparazzi and smiled.
“Second Young Master, please answer our questions.”
“Miss Alistair, please give us all the answers.”
Danieru gripped Camilla’s hand tightly and led her to sit on the sofa in the middle of the room.
“Second Young Master, please answer our questions.”
Danieru looked at her. “Okay, but let my future wife try on some dresses first.”
“May we take some pictures of Young Miss Alistair trying on her wedding dress?” one of them asked.
Camilla looked at Danieru.
“Of course, just don’t take pictures while she’s changing.”
“FOOL!” Camilla cursed under her breath. She looked at Danieru, smiling broadly despite her deep irritation.
“Okay, thank you.” The paparazzi looked very pleased, while Camilla was eager to get rid of them as quickly as possible.
After a few minutes, a woman emerged from the special wedding dress storage room. She was carrying several dresses and smiled as she made eye contact with Danieru.
“Rachel, it’s good to see you again,” Danieru greeted.
Camilla looked at the woman named Rachel; she had never met her before. She looked around, and she seemed to be around her age.
“Huh… you must have been busy with Miss Alistair a while ago, and only had time to visit me now.” Rachel looked at Camilla and smiled.
At that, everyone seemed very interested. They began aiming their cameras at Rachel.
“Miss Rachel, weren’t you and the Second Young Master almost married?” asked one of the paparazzi.
“Huh?” Camilla couldn’t hide her surprise. She looked at Danieru, demanding an explanation.
“Yes, and we feel that friendship is more important than marriage. So, I was happy when Danieru drew me a picture of his visit today.” Rachel approached Camilla and smiled.
“Camilla,” Rachel said.
“Y-yes?”
“Nice to meet you,” Rachel said again.
“Nice to meet you.” Camilla couldn’t react any further; she swallowed hard. Good heavens… Danieru was getting even more annoying now. He’d led her into the lair of a woman who was none other than his own mistress.
“You’re very lucky, Danieru is a good man. So… let’s try on some dresses for you.”
Camilla glanced at Danieru, briefly noticing his gentle gaze as he looked at Rachel. Did Danieru still love Rachel?
“Camilla, come on.” Rachel immediately took Camilla’s hand and headed toward the dressing room.
As for Camilla, she could only comply with Rachel’s wishes. The woman averted her gaze when Danieru noticed her.
“She’s a broken heart,” Camilla thought to herself.