Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts-Chapter 20 - Twenty

Damon stared at the wooden spoon floating just an inch away from his mouth. A thick pile of gray, lumpy porridge rested on the spoon. Hot steam rose from the food, carrying the smell of raw oats and an unbelievable amount of salt.

His survival instincts exploded. He had to act fast.

Damon quickly dodged the spoon. He moved his head with surprising speed for a man who was deeply injured. He aggressively closed his lips tight, pressing them together so hard that they turned into a thin line. He was not going to let a single drop of that salty poison enter his mouth.

At the same exact time, he forcefully turned his head away to the other side. He buried his chin deep into his right shoulder, putting as much distance as possible between his face and the terrible food.

Because Damon moved so suddenly and violently, the space between them completely changed.

Camilla had been leaning forward, perfectly balancing her weight to feed him. When he suddenly jerked his body away, her hand holding the spoon met empty air. Her center of gravity shifted immediately.

She lost her balance. She pitched forward onto the mattress.

"Ah!" she gasped softly.

She could not catch herself in time. Her head fell forward and went straight toward his chest.

Smack.

Her forehead crashed directly into the center of Damon’s broad, muscular chest. It was not a soft landing. Damon was a soldier. He trained every single day with swords and heavy weights. His chest muscles were hard.

"Ouch!!!" Camilla exclaimed out loud. Her voice was full of genuine surprise and pain.

She quickly dropped her hand, returning the wooden spoon into the ceramic bowl with a loud clatter. She pulled herself back and sat up straight. She raised her free hand and rubbed the center of her forehead.

"My goodness!" Camilla thought to herself, her internal voice complaining loudly inside Damon’s head. "What is this man made of? Solid iron? Brick and mortar? I feel like I just headbutted a stone wall! My poor brain is rattling inside my skull!"

Damon heard her painful complaint. He slowly turned his head back to look at her. He saw her rubbing her forehead, her eyes watering slightly from the hard bump. He felt a tiny bit bad that she hurt herself, but he was mostly relieved that the salty porridge was back in the bowl and far away from his lips.

He leaned his back firmly against the wooden headboard of the bed. He tried to control his breathing. He tried to look like a calm and serious.

"I am not hungry," Damon spoke. His deep voice was rough and a little bit shaky. He pointed a large finger at the small wooden table next to the bed. "You can drop the bowl on the table. Leave it there."

Camilla stopped rubbing her forehead. She looked at the bowl of salty oats in her hand. Then, she looked at Damon’s stubborn face. Her brilliant plan to annoy him with terrible food was failing. He was refusing to eat it.

She needed to try harder. She needed to push his buttons.

Camilla let out a soft, sad sigh. She lowered the bowl to her lap. With her free hand, she started smoothing her red hair away from her face. She tucked a loose piece of hair neatly behind her ear.

She looked up at him. She completely changed her facial expression. She dropped her shoulders. She pushed her bottom lip out in a tiny pout. She made her eyes look very large and very sad. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"How can you do this?" Camilla whined out loud. Her voice sounded incredibly sad and deeply hurt. She sounded like a little child whose favorite toy had just been taken away.

Damon stared at her. He felt a massive headache starting to form right between his eyes. He knew she was acting. He knew it was all a fake performance because he could hear her true thoughts.

"Just have one bite, okay?" Camilla pleaded out loud. She tilted her head to the side. She lifted her red, bruised knuckles for him to see again. "My hands are still sore from the preparations. I worked so hard for you. Please do not reject my love."

She blinked her large eyes rapidly, trying to look cute, innocent, and completely harmless. She fluttered her long eyelashes at him.

But inside her mind, her thoughts were the exact opposite of her sweet face.

"Eat the damn food!" Camilla yelled in her thoughts. Her internal voice was screaming in pure frustration. "Just open your mouth and eat it! Why are you being so difficult? It is just one bite! Eat it, hate it, hate me, and sign the divorce papers! I do not have time to play these games with you all day long! Open your mouth like a good little victim!"

Damon squeezed his eyes shut for a second. He gripped the heavy silk blankets with his hands.

The contrast between her sweet, whining voice on the outside and her violent, angry screaming on the inside was completely breaking his mind. He felt like he was dealing with two completely different women at the exact same time. One was a crying wife. The other was an angry, impatient demon.

"I said no," Damon replied, opening his eyes. He kept his voice low and firm. "Put the bowl down, Camilla."

Before Camilla could complain again, a sudden noise broke the tension in the room.

It was a voice coming from the hallway outside the heavy oak doors. It sounded like an argument.

"My Lady, you cannot go in!" a man’s voice shouted. It was one of the military guards stationed outside Damon’s bedroom. The guard sounded panicked and stressed. "The General said no one should enter! He is resting! Please step back!"

Damon frowned deeply. He looked toward the thick wooden door. Who was causing a scene outside his private room? He had given strict orders for absolute quiet.

"Get out of my way, you foolish guard!" a female voice shouted back from the hallway. It was a high-pitched, arrogant voice. "Do you know who I am? How dare you block my path! He needs to see me!"

Camilla stopped blinking her cute eyes. She paused her acting. She slowly turned her head to look at the bedroom door.

"Oh, great," Camilla thought to herself, her internal voice sounding completely bored and annoyed. "More drama. Who is interrupting my morning routine? Can a person not even force-feed in peace these days?"

Damon heard her complaint, but he was too focused on the noise outside to react.

Suddenly, the heavy wooden door was pushed open with violent force.

Bang!

The door hit the stone wall of the bedroom loudly.