Chapter 522 - Five Hundred And Twenty-Two: A Sinner (1/2)

The third point of view:

Camille told herself she didn't care, however when she got home, she kept pacing up and down in agitation. She considered calling Eden, to tell him to let the man go - her father wasn't worth getting his hands dirtied with blood - but she couldn't. Not when she had been lying to him all this while.

”God,” Camille ran her hands through her root, clutching her hair. What was she going to do? What was the possibility she still had a marriage after this? Would Eden take her back with all her lies? Wasn't it better she started packing her things and left? Before he handed her the divorce papers? Yeah, that would be better.

She knew from the beginning that this arrangement between them wasn't going to work - even though she was beginning to like him. Wiping her face with her palm, Camille took a deep breath and stood to her feet, it was time to leave. She would make things easier on Eden by leaving first.

So she went into the room and set her luggage on the bed, beginning to pack her stuff. Camille didn't realize she had a lot of things until now - Eden had spoilt her with a lot of goodies. She decided to pick a few and order the rest to be moved to her after she's settled down.

”What are you doing, Madam?” Mrs. El, the housekeeper stopped her when she moved her suitcase to the living room.

”I have to leave,” She told her.

”Leave? But Master Eden didn't inform me you'd be traveling today. If anything, he said you'd be should be getting enough rest,” she didn't comprehend her idea of 'leaving?'

”I'm not traveling but leaving here,”

”Leaving?” The housekeeper's eyes widened as realization dawned on her, ”You can't be leaving Master Eden, are you? I mean why? Did he do something wrong?”

Camille pinched the space between her brows, this wasn't something she could tell the woman although they were quite close.

”Mrs. El, you won't understand -”

”Perhaps, you can make me understand,” A voice echoed from behind, and her breath hitched.

How was he back so fast? If he killed her father, doesn't he need to bury him in a faraway place where no one would ever find his body? She had seen a lot of that scenes in movies.

”Thank you Mrs, El, you can leave the both of us now,” Eden dismissed the butleress without even looking at her, his gaze the entire time locked on his wife.

”No, please don't leave me,” Camille said mentally, wishing she could reach out and stop the woman from leaving her all alone with Eden - she was so scared of facing her husband right now. But then she couldn't avoid this moment forever, so she watched Mrs. El leave. It was just her and Eden.

Eden's eyes were still on hers, the intensity made her wish the ground would open up and swallow her. Since she couldn't look him in the eyes, her gaze traveled down to other areas; she checked his body for blood.

Camille searched for evidence of him killing her father, but when she came up with nothing - not even a patch of blood - her brows furrowed in confusion. How was that possible? She had seen his eyes flashed with anger and blood lust in the restaurant. Could it be he let her father go?

Her gaze traveled back up and connected with Eden's, she froze. He knew what she thinking and the guilt gnawed at her chest. But still, the question lingered on her lips, what had he done with her father?

Camille gasped as she was startled by her phone ringing suddenly. She glanced down at the screen and her eyes bulged when she discovered it was her father calling.

It relived Camille that her father was calling but at the same time, panicked, Eden hated her father. She couldn't answer this call in front of her husband.

Camille couldn't blame him anyway - she hated her father as well even though she kept helping him.

She was just about to end the call and settle this issue between the both of them when Eden announced.

”Pick it,” He said.

”Huh,” her brow raised.

”Answer the damn phone, Camille,” It was an order.

She realized that moment that Eden knew it was her father calling. It was almost as if he had been waiting for the call.

”Hello,” Camille picked. Since Eden wanted it, who was she to refuse.

”Camille?” His father asked as if he wanted to be sure she was the one speaking. Inwardly, it relived her that he sounded fine. If anything, he sounded a bit excited like he's won a lottery or something.

”What do you want?”