Chapter 14 What a sweet cat
Camilla and Danieru had just arrived in a relatively quiet area. It was quite far from the city center, near a forest. Danieru's car stopped in front of a large building, and he smiled back. Camilla was now asleep, and she looked very calm.
"You're an annoying woman. When I first met you, I thought I wouldn't be interested. But... you have the same qualities as me, and I wouldn't hesitate to make you my friend. Camilla, don't ever fall in love with me, because I don't want to lose a good friend like you." Danieru unbuckled his seatbelt, exhaled, and immediately reached out his hand.
"I promise I'll free you from your bad habit." Danieru stroked Camilla's soft hair. He then stopped and got out of the car.
The man then went around the car and opened the door next to Camilla's seat. Danieru carefully unbuckled Camilla's seatbelt, picked her up, and closed the door with his foot.
"What a sweet cat," Danieru said as he looked at Camilla's sleeping face. He smiled slightly, then walked towards the building.
Danieru led Camilla to his private mansion. He knew she liked quiet places, and he knew well enough that Camilla would be happy living there with him.
The building's base color was dark brown, with the large pillars appearing a slightly lighter shade than the main building. There was also a spacious garden with neatly trimmed green grass.
In front of the mansion was a fountain that flowed from a statue of a girl pouring water, and a perfectly circular pool surrounded the fountain. The atmosphere of ancient Greece and medieval Europe was palpable, classic and modern blending into one place.
"Young Master," someone called out.
Danieru immediately stopped, smiling as his eyes met those of a middle-aged man and woman. The two were the mansion's guards, people Danieru had always trusted, and two people who had always accompanied him in the mansion.
Danieru stepped closer and stopped directly in front of them.
"Is this Young Lady Alistair?" asked the slightly plump woman. She smiled as she looked at Camilla's sleeping face.
"Yes, it's Camilla. Has my room been tidied?" Danieru asked.
"Of course, Young Master. We were just about to return home," replied the man, who was none other than the plump woman's husband.
"Very well, please come early tomorrow. I want to have breakfast with my future wife."
"Of course, Young Master," the woman and her husband answered simultaneously.
"Then we'll head back first, Young Master. I've prepared the food, and it's on the dining table. I hope you and Young Lady Alistair enjoy it."
"Very well, thank you."
The two of them decided to leave; it was almost dark, and they didn't want to be late arriving home. The two lived not far from Danieru's mansion, and like him, they liked the quiet.
Danieru stepped back and smiled when he saw the door to the mansion open. The man quickly entered and closed the door with his right foot.
The mansion was very quiet, but that was a pleasant surprise for Danieru. He looked around, amazed at how clean and tidy the mansion was.
Danieru stepped back and headed to the living room and laid Camilla down on the long sofa. He removed the stilettos from her feet and went to a small cupboard in the corner of the room to get cotton pads and facial cleanser.
Danieru smiled, quickly removing Camilla's makeup and smiling after she was clean. Danieru was stunned, he could clearly see a wound near Camilla's forehead. The wound wasn't very visible from a distance, but it was very obvious when she was close enough to Camilla.
Danieru was puzzled, and his curiosity grew. How did Camilla get that wound? Wasn't she a young lady, surely well-cared for and loved by her family?
The man looked at Camilla's face more closely; it looked so adorable without makeup. The mature impression Camilla had carried was gone, replaced by an innocent face that was honestly no less beautiful.
Camilla, feeling restless in her sleep, stirred restlessly. She slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Danieru's face. Camilla blinked a few times, then slowly stirred and looked around the room.
It was an unfamiliar place, and quite classy for her. Camilla stared at the ceiling. A luxurious crystal chandelier hung neatly, and when she turned her gaze to the corner of the room, she was quite surprised.
There was a very large hourglass, and sand was falling slowly from the top to the bottom.
“Kitty, have you forgotten me?” Danieru asked.
Camilla, still not fully conscious, stared at Danieru. She was lost in thought for a moment, until she finally came to her senses.
“Where are we?” Camilla asked.
“My mansion, are you surprised?” Danieru asked.
“No, shouldn't we be returning to my family's mansion?” Camilla asked again.
Danieru pulled Camilla's hand and headed for the dining room. Camilla, meanwhile, could only comply. Fighting back was futile; Danieru would never care or stop her antics.
Not long after, the two of them were in the dining room. They sat down and fell silent. Camilla looked at Danieru, then looked at the food on the table. They sat opposite each other, and the distance was not too far.
“Let’s eat,” Danieru said when he realized Camilla was watching him.
“Doggie, I remember a few things.”
“What?” Danieru stared at Camilla, certain she was going to ask some pretty strange questions.
Camilla sighed, unsure if Danieru would answer her question.
“Tell me, and I’ll answer it.”
“Um… how about we eat first?”
Danieru, not understanding Camilla’s attitude, became even more curious. It seemed she really wanted to ask him something very serious.
“If you want to ask, then ask immediately. Don’t ruin my appetite.” Danieru looked at Camilla.
“Okay,” Camilla said.
Danieru immediately reached for the glass of clear liquid. He took a drink of the mineral water, enjoying it quite a bit.
“Doggie, do you have a strange sexual addiction? Do you fantasize about entering a cat’s vagina while making love to me?”
Byurrrr...
The water hit Camilla's face, and Danieru widened his eyes.
“Cough... cough... cough.”
“DANIERU... YOU'RE OVERDOING IT!” Camilla shouted.
Danieru tried to stop his coughing, startled by Camilla's question. Don't blame him for spitting out the water; he was so amused and surprised by Camilla's question.