Free Web NovelChapter 216: Chapter Two Hundred And Fifteen
Camilla walked into the quiet bedroom. She thought to herself. " How could he just stay here in the dark?"
She lit the oil lamp and the very first thing she saw was his bare back. She saw the powerful muscles of his shoulders tensing. She saw his hands struggling awkwardly with the bandage on his left side. He looked like a frustrated man trying and failing to tend to his own wounds.
Camilla let out a soft, tired sigh.
"Let me help you with that," Camilla said. Her voice was steady.
Damon stopped struggling. He slowly turned his body around to face her.
He looked at her standing in the doorway.
Damon expected to see her looking angry, or perhaps deeply worried, or maybe even indifferent.
But when he truly looked at her face, his heart sank.
She looked absolutely exhausted.
Her beautiful face was very pale. There were faint, dark shadows under her hazel eyes. Her shoulders were slumped heavily under her silk dress. She looked drained of all her energy. She looked like a woman who had worked a terrible, exhausting job all day long and just wanted to sleep.
A huge wave of crushing guilt hit Damon’s chest instantly.
"She is so tired," Damon thought to himself. His eyes searched her exhausted face. "She spent the entire day in the city doing whatever business she was doing. She just arrived home to rest, and I am forcing her to play nurse for an injury that is not serious. I am adding more troubles to her stressful day." freёwebnoѵel.com
He felt terrible. He suddenly hated himself for listening to Syrus. He wanted to stop the act immediately. He wanted to tell her he was perfectly fine and that she should just go to sleep. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
He opened his mouth, fully intending to stop the charade.
"Camilla, I..." Damon started to speak, his voice soft with guilt.
But it was too late. Camilla was already moving.
She did not wait for him to speak. She walked with determined steps directly across the floorboards. She stopped right in front of him, standing very close to his bare chest.
Camilla looked up at his left shoulder.
She saw the white bandage. She saw the fresh, bright red color blooming across the white cloth, slowly spreading from the center of the cut.
Camilla’s eyes narrowed slightly in deep disapproval.
"You have opened it up with your stubbornness," Camilla said strictly.
She did not sound like a romantic, worried wife. She sounded exactly like a tired doctor scolding a foolish patient for moving too much. She knew he must have ripped his heavy clothes off aggressively to cause fresh bleeding like that.
Camilla did not reach out to touch the bandage yet.
Instead, she took two steps backward, putting a small distance between her body and his bare chest.
She raised her hands behind her back. She reached for the tight laces of her silk dress.
She began to untie her dress.
Damon stood still. He watched her hands moving behind her back. His eyes widened in sudden confusion.
"What are you doing?" Damon asked. His deep voice was a little rough and completely bewildered.
Camilla kept untying the laces. She did not look embarrassed. She just looked exhausted and practical.
"Taking off my clothes," Camilla replied simply, stating the obvious fact.
She loosened the bodice of the dress. She pulled the fabric down her arms. The dress slid off her body and fell into a messy heap on the floorboards.
Damon stopped breathing. He stared at her, completely frozen in place.
"I can’t help you in these heavy things," Camilla explained, kicking the dress away with her foot. She let out a long, relieved breath. "Besides, I am tired. This dress weighs a ton."
She was not trying to be seductive. She was not trying to tease him. She just wanted to be comfortable but her actions were doing things to him.
Camilla reached around her waist. She quickly unhooked the stiff, restrictive corset she wore underneath the dress. She threw the corset onto the nearby chair.
She was now standing in front of him wearing nothing but her simple, thin white cotton chemise.
The chemise was a basic undergarment. It reached down to her knees, but it was incredibly thin. It left her arms, her shoulders, and her collarbones entirely bare to the cool air of the bedroom. The soft white cotton clung lightly to her small waist and the gentle curve of her hips.
Camilla did not stop there.
She raised her hands to her head. Her red curly hair was pinned up in an elaborate style she had worn to the city.
She pulled the sharp metal pins out of her hair one by one. She dropped the pins onto the table next to the medical supplies.
She shook her head slightly.
Her beautiful, long, dark red curls tumbled free. The hair fell in a wild, soft cascade over her bare shoulders and framed her face beautifully. She ran her fingers through the messy curls, letting out another soft sigh of relief.
Damon stood paralyzed in the center of the room.
His eyes were locked entirely onto her. He looked at her bare shoulders. He looked at her thin white chemise. He looked at her wild, beautiful red hair falling over her skin.
He was utterly overwhelmed.
A violent rush of intense heat flooded straight into Damon’s chest. The heat traveled instantly up his neck and directly into his face.
His face began to burn. His ears turned a bright, dark shade of hot red.
His heart was hammering so wildly against his ribs that he thought it might actually break through his chest. He had never, ever been this close to his wife while she was so comfortably, casually undressed.
The contrast between his wild, panicked reaction and her completely calm, bored attitude was absolute.
Damon swallowed hard. His throat felt like a desert. He tried to look away, to look at the blank stone wall, to look at the floor, but his eyes absolutely refused to obey his commands. He was completely mesmerized by her.
Camilla finished fixing her hair. She felt much cooler and much more comfortable now.
She turned her body back to him.
She stepped into his personal space again. She stood just a few inches away from his broad, bare chest. She looked up at his face.
She saw his red ears. She saw his wide, frozen eyes. She noticed he was completely stiff, acting exactly like a large wooden statue.
Camilla looked into his dark brown eyes. She pointed her small finger at the chair sitting near the table.
"Now," Camilla ordered softly, her voice carrying a quiet authority. "You."
She meant for him to sit down so she could reach his shoulder easily. She meant for him to stop acting like a stubborn rock and let her do her job.
But to Damon, whose mind was clouded by the intense, burning heat of her close presence and her bare skin, the simple, two-word command felt incredibly intimate.
Damon blinked rapidly. He could not find his voice. He could not form a single, coherent thought in his mind. He simply nodded his head mechanically, completely surrendering to her control.
