Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband-Chapter 942 - The feelings hidden in the heart

Chapter 942: Chapter 942: The feelings hidden in the heart

Chapter 942: Chapter 942: The feelings hidden in the heart

Was she trying to die? Taking a cold bath in such chilly weather!

“Mm—no, I want to take a bath!” Seeing the water suddenly stop, Camila Walker grumbled discontentedly and stretched out her hand to turn on the faucet again.

“It’s so uncomfortable, I want to take a bath… take a bath! I want to bathe…” She whined, like a little girl who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Her movements were unsteady, especially in the bathroom where the floor was wet; Clayton Howard was worried she would fall and had no choice but to support her.

He then said, “Can we go home and bathe there instead?”

How could he send her back with her all drenched like this?

“Home?” Camila Walker’s eyes were blurry with drunkenness; she turned her head to raise her eyes to look at the man opposite her, “This is my house… I want to bathe, take a bath…”

She mumbled on fuzzily about bathing, as she reached out to turn the faucet handle again.

This time, Clayton Howard was a bit too late to stop her; in an instant, water poured down from above, soaking their clothes from head to toe.

“Haha… this is fun, we’re bathing together…” Camila Walker, looking at the figure drenched before her, found it very amusing and laughed heartily.

Her silly appearance made him somewhat helpless, and he couldn’t bear to blame her, merely coaxing with patience, “Behave, let’s not make a fuss now, we’ll bathe back at home.”

“No! I want to wash here! I’ll help you wash…” Camila Walker became even more inebriated, completely out of it, and finally she just lifted her hand, rubbing his wet hair strands into a mess.

“Camila!”

He couldn’t help but reprimand her, taking her wildly flailing hand down, his gaze slightly fierce.

Seeing his angry eyes, Camila Walker looked like a frightened little girl, about to burst into tears.

“You’re scolding me…”

Looking at her, he had never imagined she could have this side to her, like a wronged young wife, it took him aback.

He sighed, in the end, resigning himself, “Behave, let’s go out—”

“Everyone scolds me, no one likes me, even he doesn’t like me… Why, why doesn’t he like me… Wah…”

Her sudden sobbing left Clayton Howard somewhat at a loss, panicking for a moment.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Camila Walker sobbed intensely, her aggrieved eyes looking even more pitiful, “Why doesn’t he like me… why do you all hate me… Wah…”

Clayton Howard was momentarily stunned. Who was this ‘he’ she mentioned? Someone who could make her so heartbroken.

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“I know I’m not good enough for him… I was a bad woman before; no one would like me… but… I like him… really like him a lot…”

He just watched her, feeling a throbbing pain in his heart.

“Do you like him that much?” He looked at her with a hint of agony in his voice.

He she was referring to must be Aiden Bewell, wasn’t it? Or was it another man?

Camila Walker suddenly stopped crying and nodded, “Yes! Very much…”

She looked at the man before her with blurry drunken eyes and then murmured as if talking to herself, “Why are you here…”

Clayton Howard closed his eyes briefly, realizing she truly was drunk.

“You’re drunk.”

After speaking, he reached out to turn off the faucet behind her.

However, just as he leaned forward and his hand was about to touch the faucet, he suddenly felt a soft sensation on his lips…

He looked up in surprise, his dark pupils dilating, hand frozen in mid-air, as the person in front of him clung onto him, her tender red lips ceaselessly sipping at his.