Evan had heard stories, they said that she's ruthless, she has no soul and no heart.
And right there, Evan believed her, as the woman who was so popular in helping the criminals has the same description as to what he had seen Daniella was doing in her memories.
His hand lifted to touch her cheeks, his eyes gloom, heart ached for her.
She suffered too much, physically and emotionally. While the other people were enjoying the luxury or simplicity of their life, Daniella needed to squeeze her way inside the dark underground business to get the power she needed to avenge her family.
As he moved closer to plant a kiss to her lips, Evan gave her a smile, "we will replace all the bad memories you have with a good one," he whispered in a soothing tone.
"And we will start with this room."
Saying that he kissed her deeply and carried her towards the bed.
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Opening her eyes, Camille formed a smile. She heard that Evan would come back today. She got up hurriedly and went to the shower.
She knew what he likes, everything from clothes to the food.
As she prepared herself, her heart suddenly pounded.
She clutched her chest and quickly put on her dress. She put on light makeup, the one where she would look natural.
She had her hair colored in chestnut brown just like how Evan wanted, putting a confident smile on her lips she left her room.
Camille went straight to the kitchen, few maids were preparing the breakfast.
"Good morning Ms. Male," Anders greeted her lively.
She smiled sweetly at him, "I am planning to cook today's breakfast."
She could see the man froze by her words; she might have stayed in the villa before but she never once used the kitchen.
"You're our guest, Ms. Male-" Camille cut him out with a slight pat on his shoulder.
"It's fine," she winked and asked for an apron.
She took a one-year culinary course in France, and it's mostly to prepare herself to be the head of the Su, so today, she's planning to use her skill to win Evan's heart, after all the way to the man's heart was through his stomach.
In the middle of cooking, Camille heard a car engine turning off. She quickly grabbed the towel and dried her hands while her feet rushed towards the living to welcome Evan.
But her body hardened upon seeing Ken Chu.
"Hi, Ken, what are you doing here?" she flashed the same sweet smile she gave to Anders earlier but Ken gave him a cold look.
"Who are you?" he asked.
And that question has made Camille's jaw drop in surprise.
They were schoolmates since elementary and high school and they've also met in various parties yet Ken still has the same question every time they met.
She sighed while faking a smile.
"I am Camille Male, Ken. We've been at the same sch-" her lips froze like a statue when Ken rudely walked past her and sat down casually on the couch.
Anders came and stood next to the couch where Ken was sitting like a king. He rarely visited the villa and when he did it mostly due to an important meeting with Evan.
"Mr. Chu, our boss is on the way-"
"Where is your boss's girlfriend?" Ken asked without letting Anders finish his words.
Anders was taken aback for a moment but he regained his senses when Ken rose a brow.
"She's with Mr. Su now, they will be here shortly."
Ken nodded and rested his back against the couch, he gestured Anders to leave but before the man could go, a shout sounded from the door.
"Mushroom! Are you back?"
It was Matthew's voice.
Camille who was standing next to the door squinted an eye after Matthew's shout rang to her ear like a bomb.
"Ella, scratch my back" saying that Matthew walked inside like he owned the place.
"They are on the road," Anders answered Matthew.
Matthew's lips twitched, "how soon? Aish! That little mushroom, she kept promising to scratch my back," he stomped both feet as he complained. Settling down on the single sofa, he looked at Ken.
"What are you doing here?" he asked Ken.
"What about you?" Ken asked back.
Matthew blinked and gave him a half shrug, "I live here."
Ken frowned, "no, you live next door."
And with that, Matthew let out a loud laugh, "yeah I do but my ex is living here."
Ken went silent, he didn't really care about Matthew's life.
"Are you waiting for Evan?" he asked again.
"No, his girlfriend," he replied coldly, avoiding Matthew's eyes to cut the topic.
"What do you need from my ex?"
Hearing that, Ken's eyes narrowed. He shifted his sight to Mathew with confusion in his eyes.
"That short woman is your ex?" he asked to confirm.
Nodding his head, Matthew crossed his legs, "yup, we lived together in London for three years," he proudly boasted.
Ken didn't reply to him, instead, he turned to Anders and asked him for coffee.
Meanwhile, Camille was still standing by the door aside from Anders, no one in the villa has ever greeted her.
Her eyes narrowed like a cat, with heavy feet she walked back into the kitchen.
On the other side.
Inside the car, Evan was driving while Daniella sat on the passenger seat. Her hand on Evan's leg continued on gripping it playfully.
"We can make a little stop," she said seductively, she moved closer to him and blew hot air in his ear.
Evan cleared his throat, Danila surely knew how to put him in the mood, he felt his arousal slowly rising as her hand went on his pants zipper.
"Daniella I am driving," he said coarsely but he didn't dare to remove her hands away from his pants.
Daniella sneered, her hands went under his shirt and lightly rubbed her palms on his stomach while her lips went to his neck and sucked it like a hungry mosquito.