Chapter 4 004

After a long drive through the Sterling family estate, the car finally stopped in front of a luxurious mansion painted in creamy white.

Camilla was escorted straight to the master's bedroom on the second floor. The room was lavishly decorated in black and white, making her casual outfit feel out of place.

"Wow, they really went all out." she murmured, eyeing a beautiful vase awkwardly placed in the corner. Who leaves such a valuable item lying around?

"Quite rich and wealthy."

Taking in her surroundings, Camilla realized she would likely be spending quite a bit of time here, and it might even be an interesting chapter of her life. She settled into a chair, and crossed her legs, pouring herself a drink she found on the table.

The sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the hallway, and the door suddenly swung open, revealing a man dressed in a custom suit, followed by a guard, Carter.

He had thick, short hair, which fell across his face, hiding one of his piercing eyes. Beneath his strong, noble nose were delicate lips, resembling cherry blossoms. He exuded an air of elegance, and detachment, like a warning not to get too close to him.

"What?" Camilla's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It was him!! The man who had thrown her out of his car, when she needed help. So he was the Crazy heir of Sterling, no wonder, no wonder he didn't think twice and threw her out of the car.

Hearing her laughter, his previously eyes suddenly sharpened, piercing through her like a blade, carrying a hint of warning.

Camilla, unfazed by his expression, relaxed into the chair, propping her chin up and smiling as she took in the scene before her.

Once the guard closed the door and left, Camilla stood up.

"Wow, it's only been a few days, and you seem not to recognize me. Buddy, are you also losing your memory?"

Cyrus snorted coldly, "You're too noisy to be an arranged bride, aren't you scared of me?"

Camilla raised an eyebrow, to be sure he was joking. "Scared of a Crazy man?" she chuckled.

Cyrus's expression shifted and darkened, "You look smart, so I assume you should know your choice of words." he said, his gaze lingering on her.

"Why? Does it sting to be called a-"

"Shut up!"

Camilla thought since she had already been married into the family, they were in the same boat and were open to a mutually beneficial relationship. However his attitude says otherwise and was quite unappealing, so she shrugged deliberately.

"Mr. Sterling, I didn't study much, and my brain isn't sharp, so, I'm not sure of what you're talking about, can you explain to me in detail?"

Cyrus had never misjudged a person. From the moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew she wasn't one to be underestimated, though she looked petite and fragile.

"I hope you don't regret agreeing to this marriage. Because right now, I can't stand you."

Camilla scoffed impatiently, "Seems like I forgot to mention that I dislike people who question my choice or decision. I know, you and your family need help from me, you better come down from your high throne and ask nicely."

Cyrus had encountered many people and women and they were so scared of him, that they didn't dare to stay in the same space as him, but the woman in front of him was not only in the same space, but was also rude and not scared of him. It made him angry, yet curious to know more about her.

His gaze lingered on her, as he slowly walked towards her, closing their distance. Camilla frowned, "What do you think, you're doing?"

Before she could react, he suddenly lunged forward, covering her mouth and pushed her to the bed. The sudden movement caused Camilla's heart to race wildly, but she couldn't move as she was pinned down firmly.

"Make a sound!" Cyrus commanded, his voice low and urgent, leaning closer to her ear.

He was also listening for any noise outside the door. Sure enough, his mother was eavesdropping, hoping to ensure the new bride would carry on the family line.

"Make a sound, someone's listening outside." He repeated.

Camilla blinked in confusion, trying to process his words.

"Haaahaaa?" she finally replied, hesitantly.

Cyrus' expression darkened, "If you don't play along, I won't be responsible if she comes in here." he warned.

Camilla seemed to finally understand, as a hint of pink crept to her cheeks, and instead of feeling awkward or embarrassed, she felt a rebellious spark ignite inside her. Without thinking, she pushed Cyrus back, her tone defiant.

"Why should I be the one to do it? Why don't you take the lead?"

Cyrus hadn't expected that from this angle, the woman would actually look attractive. He was usually immune to beautiful women, no matter how sought after they were, to him, they were all quite the same.

The two of them were locked in a struggle, one resisting and one overpowering. Cyrus gritted his teeth, as he pressed his elbow against her lower back. He disliked being close up with someone, but for the sake of playing his mother's game, he didn't mind.

As his elbow pressed against her lower back, Camilla felt a wave of electric curse through her. Her lower back was the only weakest spot on her entire body, and it made her feel funny.

"You! Ahh..."

She instinctively let out a sound.