Chapter 13

CAMILLA'S POV

I soon felt much at ease from Dorian words, he smiled at me one last time before walking out of the room while I sat down staring at my breakfast that had gone cold but still pleads to be eaten.

Lucas soon returned to the bedroom, he chuckled to the way I stared at my breakfast.

“Are you scared I might have poisoned it?” He questioned, I stood up and walked towards the food like I didn’t hear him.

“No, lost my appetite.” I bluntly said before throwing the plate and the breakfast in the trash.

“What was that for?” He exclaimed but all I did was fold my hands and walk back to te bed.

“You should have thrown that out not in bedroom.” He added but all I added was a smile to my face.

“The chef would take care of everything, or don’t tell me you also expect me to clean everywhere.” I said to him, he glared at me in anger while I smiled in victory…I wasn’t just going to seat and watch him make life a living hell for me.

“Clara!” He yelled, wow…what a shabby name, I thought with