Chapter 494 - Four Hundred And Ninety-four: You Sound Like Adam (2/2)

”You don't know what you're saying,” Eden avoided her probing stare.

Camille sighed, ”You're trying to be brave but your facade sucks. You need Anabelle in your life and you know it. You can't keep fighting with each other,”

Eden frowned, ”I am not fighting with her. She is the one who's blatantly going against her father's order. My daughter is the one fighting against me,”

”Oh please, can we stop this nonsense,” Camille rolled her eyes towards heaven.

”Nonsense,” Eden's brow raised at her comment.

”Yes, nonsense,” Camille concurred, unintimidated by the darkening of his eyes knowing another argument was brewing around the corner. Anabelle has become a sensitive topic for them these few days the kids vanished.

”Cut Anabelle some slacks! The girl has grown up and found the one she loves-”

”Which I don't approve of,” He interrupted her.

”Oh please, take that approval and shove it up to your arse,” Camille cursed at him, taking her husband by surprise. She was done being gentle with him.

”Does your daughter's happiness matter to you at all or would you let your overprotectiveness ruin your daughter's happiness?” Camille stood from the seat and faced him, her fierce orbs burning into his, ”These are just kids trying out at dating. There's no assurance that they would tie the knot and be together forever,”

”Oh, that's where you are wrong,” Eden wanted to tell her. They were Spencers and if there's one thing that a Spencer is good at, it was loving wholeheartedly and till death does apart. Not that Camille needed to know about that - he was falling for her. He would tell her when the time is due.

”And you know what?” Camille asked him.

”What?” He was curious to know what she had in mind.

”You sound like your uncle Adam right now who worked so hard to tear Niklaus and Maya apart but failed miserably. Why? Because of the power of their love for each other. I hope you take a look at the mirror and correct yourself before it's too late,” Camille made her point known and turned to leave.

”Where are you going?” Eden asked her, concern written over his face.

”Don't talk to me!” Camille retorted without glancing at him over her shoulder, ”I'm pissed at you, right now,”

Well, well, well, he now had a wife to placate and a daughter to find, Eden knew he was in for a rough day.

He stared at his cell phone, tapping away on the table indecisively.