Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 829

Camila had to laugh. So typical. He causes trouble, then cleans up his own mess. Still, looking at the messages Dennis had sent on her behalf, she felt a sense of relief. After sleeping for an entire day, there was no way she could have dragged her aching body back to work anyway.

After scrolling through her messages, she felt some of her energy return. She finally managed to sit up, planning to wash up before finding something to eat. But she had overestimated her own strength. The moment her feet touched the floor, her legs buckled, a wave of weakness washing over her. She nearly collapsed, only saving herself by grabbing onto the nightstand before falling back onto the bed.

She had been utterly debauched.

Camila covered her flushed face. This body no longer felt like her own; she had no control over it. But she couldn’t just lie here forever. After another brief rest, she wrapped the bedsheet around herself and shakily stood up again, determined to find something to wear in the walk-in closet. Her gown from last night had been thoroughly ravaged; she knew without looking that it was unwearable. Besides, she had no desire to ever put it on again.

Just then, the bedroom door clicked open.

Camila froze, turning her head to meet the eyes of the man standing in the doorway. His handsome face was graced with a faint smile, his exquisite features radiating the deep, sated contentment of a man thoroughly pleased. He was dressed in a set of light gray loungewear, his tall frame leaning against the doorframe, exuding an air of noble languor. The cool, ascetic aura he usually carried had softened, replaced by a touch of roguish charm.

“You’re awake?” he asked, his voice a low, gentle rumble.

The moment she heard that familiar voice, her face flooded with color. It was that same voice that had whispered in her ear all night, coaxing her until she was dizzy and confused, making her surrender again and again. In her dazed state, he had seemed like a siren, an enchanter whose gentle persuasions could make her give him her very soul.

Now, all she felt was her legs turning to jelly, a tremor running through her. She was terrified.

She nodded quickly. “Yes, I’m awake.”

Dennis heard it clearly and couldn’t help but chuckle. “You have every right to be. You’ve been asleep for a whole day. Dinner’s just been prepared. If you hadn’t woken up soon, I was going to have to wake you myself.”

Camila hadn’t planned on saying anything, but the undisguised amusement in his tone finally made her snap. She glared at him. “And whose fault is that?”

He hadn’t just deprived her of food; he hadn’t given her anything to drink, either. Her throat was so raw, anyone would think she’d been seriously injured.

Her tone was a mixture of shyness, complaint, and a hint of playful accusation. Freshly nourished by passion, even her glare held an unconscious, seductive charm.

Dennis saw it, and his eyes darkened, a wave of warmth spreading through his chest. He knew he had been a bit rough on her last night. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried to exercise restraint.