Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts-Chapter 15 - Fifteen

Camilla stood perfectly still, but she quickly noticed the strange expression on his face. She watched his jaw drop slightly. She saw the absolute horror and confusion swirling in his dark eyes. He looked like he had just seen a ghost, or worse, a terrifying monster.

Camilla frowned slightly. Her delicate eyebrows pulled together in the center of her forehead.

"Why is he looking at me like that?" Camilla’s thoughts continued to flow inside her mind. Her internal voice was sharp and highly annoyed.

Damon flinched. He heard the thought as clearly as if she had shouted it directly into his ear. He squeezed the divorce papers tighter, wrinkling the thick white pages.

"Was my acting not convincing enough?" Camilla thought to herself, reviewing her performance. "I gave him the tears. I gave him the trembling lip. I even gave him the classic ’the highest form of love is letting go’ line. That line always works in the movies! Why is he just sitting there staring at me like a dead fish? Sign this paper quickly, you pompous brat. I have a very busy schedule of doing absolutely nothing on a tropical beach."

Damon swallowed hard. His throat felt completely dry. ’Pompous brat?’ he thought wildly. ’She is calling me a pompous brat inside her mind while staring at me with the face of an angel? What kind of dark magic is this?’

Camilla decided she needed to add more drama to the situation to make him hurry up. She took a step back, leaving the space near the armrest of his chair. She raised both of her small, pale hands and covered her mouth and nose. She hunched her shoulders forward, trying to look very small and broken.

Then, she started to make quiet, pathetic crying sounds.

Sniff...

Hic...

Sniff...

Camilla whimpered out loud. The sounds echoed softly in the large, dusty room. She made her shoulders shake up and down, as if she were sobbing uncontrollably behind her hands.

Kade, the loyal aide standing by the fireplace, looked at Lady Camilla with a small bit of pity in his eyes. He thought the poor woman was truly heartbroken that her husband was letting her go. The other guards in the room shifted uncomfortably. It was always awkward to watch a noble lady cry.

But Damon did not feel pity. Damon felt pure, absolute terror.

Because while Camilla was making sad, whimpering sounds out loud, her mind was completely busy planning a very different kind of future.

"I wonder if they have gigolos here," Camilla continued her thoughts inside her head. Her internal voice was bright, curious, and totally relaxed.

Damon stopped breathing. ’Gigolos?’ he repeated in his mind. He knew what that word meant. He had traveled the world with the army. He knew about the pleasure houses and the men who sold their company for gold.

"I am completely sure they do," Camilla thought, nodding her head behind her hands while continuing to fake her loud sniffles. "It is a historical novel. What historical romance novel does not have pretty, smooth-talking playboys hanging around in the capital city? There must be a whole street full of them somewhere near the market."

Damon’s face started to turn a dark shade of pink. He looked around the room frantically. He looked at Kade. Kade was just watching Camilla with sad eyes. Kade could not hear a single thing. Damon was entirely alone in this mental torture.

"Yes, that is exactly what I will do," Camilla’s internal voice declared happily. "I have a hundred thousand gold coins in that heavy wooden chest. That is a lot of money to spend. I will just have to order two... or maybe four... or perhaps more to comfort my deeply wounded heart before I leave this boring place."

Damon grabbed the armrests of his wheelchair. His knuckles popped loudly. ’Four?!’ he thought, his military mind completely failing to process the information. ’She wants to hire four men at the same time? My wife? The shy, crying Lady Camilla who cannot even look me in the eye?’

"I will get one to play the harp," Camilla planned in her mind, her thoughts becoming very detailed. "I will get another one to feed me grapes. And I will get two very strong ones with big muscles to fan me with large leaves. Yes, that sounds like a perfect vacation. Much better than sitting in this gloomy house with a grumpy husband." She paused " No. sorry. Soon to be ex husband." She laughed internally.

Damon felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face. His heart was beating like a loud war drum in his chest. He did not know how to stop her voice. He did not know how to shut her out of his head. He just wanted her to stop talking.

Camilla slowly lowered her hands from her face. She peeked at Damon. He still had not signed the paper. He was gripping the chair like his life depended on it, and his face was bright red.

"He is taking way too long," Camilla thought, feeling a burst of impatience. "Fine. If crying does not work, let us try something else. Let us make him uncomfortable."

Camilla stopped her fake crying instantly. She dropped her hands to her sides. She took two large steps forward.

Before Damon could even react, she was standing directly in front of him again. She reached out her hands and held the left and right wooden armrests of his wheelchair. She leaned her upper body forward, trapping him completely inside the chair again.

Damon froze. He could not stand up. He could not kick. He could not push his wheelchair backward because Kade had locked the metal wheels to keep it steady.

Damon was completely trapped by a woman who weighed less than his armor.

The loud, confident, and highly scandalous voice in his head was still talking. It was getting louder because she was so close to him.

"Let me just taste him a bit first," Camilla thought casually. Her eyes slowly scanned his face. She looked at his thick eyebrows, his straight nose, and finally, his lips.

Damon pressed his broad back hard against the wooden back of the chair. He wanted to melt into the wood. He wanted to disappear. He clutched the thick stack of divorce papers tightly to his chest like a desperate shield, trying to put a barrier between his heart and her dangerous face.

"I should just lean in and kiss him right now," Camilla thought. Her internal voice was playful and fearless.

Damon’s eyes darted left and right. ’Kiss me?’ he panicked internally. ’Here? In front of my guards? In front of my aide? She cannot do this! This is highly improper!’