Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts-Chapter 17 - Seventeen

Damon closed his eyes for a second. The humiliation was heavy. He slowly lowered the divorce papers from his chest down to his lap. He raised a shaking hand and rubbed his face hard, trying to wipe away the blush on his cheeks. His hand felt cold, but his face felt like it was on fire.

"Take me back to my room, Kade," Damon managed to say. His voice was incredibly rough and tight. It did not sound like his normal commanding voice at all. He sounded exhausted and defeated.

He waved his shaking hand in the air to tell the other guards by the door to put their spears away. "Put your weapons down," Damon ordered weakly. "There is no attack. I am... I am feeling unwell. The journey was long. And call the doctor too. Tell him to come to my bedchamber immediately."

Camilla watched his face closely. She saw how red his cheeks and neck were. She decided to play her innocent wife role one more time, just to see how far she could push him before he completely snapped.

"My Lord?" Camilla asked out loud again, taking a tiny half-step forward. She tilted her head to the other side, looking deeply concerned. "You really do look quite red in the face. Are you sure it is just the journey? Maybe you are burning up. Maybe I..."

She slowly raised her right hand. She reached out toward him, aiming to place the back of her cool hand against his hot forehead to check his temperature. It was a very normal, very wifely thing to do.

"No!" Damon answered quickly. His voice was a little too loud, ringing sharply in the room.

Before her hand could even get close to his skin, Damon completely lost his dignity. He grabbed the wheels of his wheelchair and pushed himself backward. He shrank back deep into his seat, pressing his shoulders against the wood. He moved away from her hand as if her fingers were made of burning hot iron. He looked absolutely terrified of her touch.

The entire room went dead silent.

The four guards by the doors stared with wide eyes. Kade stood completely frozen, his mouth hanging open in shock.

Everyone in the room looked at the General, highly confused and deeply shocked. This was Lord Damon Benson. This was the man who once fought a wild bear with a small hunting knife and won. This was the man who took arrows to the shoulder and kept giving orders in the battle field.

And right now, this fearless war hero was cowering and shrinking back into his chair just to avoid his small, fragile wife touching his forehead. It was the most bizarre thing they had ever witnessed in their entire military careers.

Damon saw the looks on his men’s faces. He realized exactly how ridiculous he looked. He was a General hiding from a woman’s hand.

He quickly dropped his hands from the wheels. He sat up straight. He pushed his shoulders back, puffing out his double-door chest. He cleared his throat loudly, a harsh, scraping sound. He forced his face to turn blank and cold. He tried his absolute hardest to regain his terrifying, commanding posture.

He refused to look at Camilla’s face. He looked down strictly at the thick stack of divorce papers resting in his lap.

"I am fine," Damon said. His voice was deeper now, forcing authority into his tone. He smoothed his hands over the wrinkled white paper. "I am perfectly fine. The pain in my leg is just acting up. I just... I need a moment to sign these papers. My hands are shaking from the pain. Take me to my room where I can sit on the bed, rest my leg properly and write my name clearly."

Camilla stood perfectly still. Her hand was still hanging in the air where he had dodged it. She slowly lowered her arm and brought her hands back together in front of her dress. She clasped her fingers together neatly.

She looked down at him with a very polite, very gentle expression.

"Take all the time you need, My Lord," she said out loud softly. Her voice was like sweet honey. "I understand. The pain must be terrible. I will wait for you to send the finished papers to me."

But inside her head, the sweet, caring wife was completely gone.

"Just sign the stupid paper and let me get out of here," Camilla added in her mind. Her internal voice was groaning loudly. She sounded like a tired worker who had been forced to stay late at the office.

She was internally throwing a massive tantrum.

"I cannot deal with this much drama," Camilla thought, crying imaginary tears inside her brain. "I just want to go home. I want my balloon raft. I want my orange juice. I want my fat tabby cat. I want to leave this dusty, weird, medieval house and go back to my modern life. Just sign the paper, you overgrown man child, so the author can send me back!"

Damon heard her loud, internal crying. He heard her complain about wanting a balloon raft and an orange cat. He did not know what those things were, but he knew she was extremely desperate to get away from him.

He did not want to hear another word. He did not want to hear another thought. His brain felt like it was going to explode into tiny pieces.

Damon squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He pressed his lips together in a hard, thin line.

"Kade," Damon ordered through his teeth, keeping his eyes closed to block out the sight of her innocent, polite face. "Move the chair. Now."

"Yes, General!" Kade replied quickly. He was happy to have an order he actually understood.

Kade stepped behind the large wooden wheelchair. He grabbed the heavy wooden handles at the top. He pushed the chair forward, turning it around smoothly on the stone floor. He began to push the General toward the doors.

The guards quickly moved out of the way, holding their spears tightly to their sides. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Camilla stood in the middle of the drawing room and watched them leave. She listened to the squeak of the metal wheels rolling across the floor as they left.