C90 (2/2)

The song finally ended.

Klaus said nothing and was about to leave. Marcel was about to go down the stairs when he couldn't help jumping in front of him and giving him a friendly hug.

”Klaus, you saved me tonight, so I owe you a favor. You want to return your brother? Well, that's the only thing I can do for you.”

Klaus seemed to be surprised by his actions, and did not reply for a moment. He only nodded, and seemed to have lost his patience.

Marcel watched him leave, the warmth in his eyes slightly leaking out. Klaus had never changed.

Facing the wind, Klaus was satisfied. His plan had been very successful, and now he was waiting for Elijah to return. Instead of going back to tell Rebecca the good news, he made a trip to Rousseau's.

Today, the bar had been replaced by a new bartender, and Camille had become a client. She seemed to be in a bad mood.

She was drinking.

Seemingly attracted by the color of the wine, Camil's eyes were filled with confusion when Klaus entered the room. Before Klaus even opened his mouth, Camil beat him up and said in an impatient tone, ”Klaus, don't even think about it. I know why you're here. You speak for your friend. ”

Camil refused Klaus's advice. She swirled her goblet, graceful and angry. ”I know you're a good person, but …” Holding Camil's hand, Klaus' demeanor became completely relaxed. He also seemed to have sunk into a sorrowful reminiscence, ”But, you've been hurt before. You don't dare to try again.”

Camil nodded her head helplessly. Yes, she could tell. ”And so on and so forth. The person I saw tonight was not the person I thought he was. If he could get angry so easily, then …”

Klaus turned his head and put down the wine the bartender had just made. ”It sounds like someone isn't just breaking his heart. It seems someone betrayed your trust.”

Camil stared at Klaus blankly, unable to reply.

”You've always been my brave bartender, Camille.” Klaus' voice became hoarse and gentle. ”Is it someone close to you?”

They looked at each other for a few minutes, and then Camil's heart skipped a beat. This man understood her, understood her sorrow, and understood her helplessness.

Klaus didn't seem to think that he would produce such a chaotic electric current in such a breezy environment. His back paused for a moment, then he looked away and forced a smile, ”I'm sorry, but I still hope you can give Marcel another chance.”

Camil blinked her eyes slowly and drank the last glass of wine with a bitter smile. ”It seems that I have misunderstood.”

Klaus' reaction was rough and intense, even to the point that there was an inexplicable innocent charm on his sculptured side of his face, ”No, you're right, but we all have our roles to play.”

Camille turned to leave, but Klaus caught her by the skirt and brought his face closer.

Under the dim light, Camil could clearly hear the echo of the man's mouth in her mind, ”You went to see Marcel and danced with him. You felt sorry for his argument with your friend, but apart from that, you only remember that he was perfect.”

Camille nods and smiles, a girlish shyness still on her face. Yes, Klaus is right, Marcel is perfect.