Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 67
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The next day, the security team helped Alejandro and Camila load their bags into the car. Peter hurriedly opened the door for them, and the ride to the Perez mansion began.
“My dad’s going to wake up and find no one home. He’ll be so confused, but I don’t want him to worry too much,” Camila mumbled.
Alejandro rubbed her thigh. “He’ll be fine.”
Camila shared more stories about her father, and Alejandro listened attentively. Soon, the car stopped; they had arrived at their destination.
Alejandro opened his door and then helped Camila out, leading her down.
“What time should I come back?” Peter asked.
“I’ll call you,” Alejandro replied, grabbing their bags and heading inside. The house was quiet—no one had arrived yet.
“I guess we came a little too early,” Alejandro muttered.
“We’re not early. It might take a few minutes to bake the cake,” Camila said, setting down the bags she brought, along with everything she needed to bake.
“Do you need help?” Alejandro asked.
“Yes, but you can’t bake in a suit. You’ll have to take it off and put on an apron,” Camila replied, smiling.
Alejandro did as she instructed and Camila can’t help but admire how sexy he looked in his undershirt.
“No one is here, you can take a picture” Alejandro smirked.
“So full of yourself” Camila scoffed.
Alejandro chuckled and grabbed an apron with a pair of gloves from the bag, handing a set to Camila as well.
Camila mixed some flour and gave him some to knead. She also mixed the ingredients needed for the cake. As they stood side by side, working, Camila couldn’t help but admire how focused Alejandro was.
She smiled. “This is so nice, don’t you think?”
“What?” Alejandro asked, glancing over at her as she chuckled.
“What?” he asked again, playfully.
“You’ve got something on your face,” she teased, pointing at his cheek.
Alejandro attempted to wipe it off but only managed to smear it further with his flour-covered finger. Camila giggled and reached up to help, only to make it worse.
“Oops,” she laughed, pulling out her phone. “Smile for the camera,” she said, ignoring Alejandro’s serious expression as she snapped a picture.
“You’re going to regret that,” Alejandro warned, shaking his head before walking toward her. She ran, but he easily caught up, lifting her onto his shoulder.
“Hey, put me down!” Camila struggled, laughing. He gently set her down on the counter, standing between her legs.
“What do you think about bears?” he asked, scrunching his face as if deep in thought.
“Don’t you dare!” Camila giggled, but Alejandro ignored her. He took some flour mixture and began playfully smearing it on her face. Camila couldn’t stop laughing. Once he finished, Alejandro pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her.
“You’re so going to regret this!” Camila laughed. A bit of batter dripped onto her lips, and she slowly licked it off.
“Damn, that was sexy,” Alejandro mumbled huskily. “Let me help you with that.” He leaned in, his tongue gently tracing the batter on her face. Camila pulled him closer, and soon their lips met in a passionate kiss.
“I knew this would happen!”
Startled by the voice, Alejandro and Camila quickly pulled away from each other. Camila jumped down from the counter, busying herself with where she’d left off.
Sofia and Isabella had just walked in, shopping bags in hand.
“Brother-in-law, you’ve got a little something here,” Isabella teased, pointing at her cheek, suppressing a smile.
Camila handed Alejandro a clean rag, and he wiped his face immediately.
“Mom, you told us to come early, but no one was here,” Camila said, trying to divert attention from what had just happened.
“We were early. We just stepped out to grab some decorations,” Sofia explained. “Speaking of decorations, Alejandro, would you mind helping me out?” Sofia asked.
Alejandro nodded, washing his hands before giving Camila a quick peck on the cheek and heading off with Sofia.
“I guess I’ll take over from here,” Isabella sighed, putting on an apron and gloves. She picked up where Alejandro had left off, squeezing the dough.
“It’s been a while since we’ve done something like this together,” Camila said, watching her.
“You got married, you’re busy, and soon you’ll have kids to raise. I don’t blame you,” Isabella chuckled.
“Yeah, we haven’t thought about kids yet. There’s no rush,” Camila muttered. A silence settled between them for a few minutes before Camila glanced at Isabella.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Isabella nodded, but her expression was tense.
“Are you sure?” Camila pressed, her brow furrowing with concern.
“Why are you asking? Did Mom tell you something?” Isabella asked defensively.
“Mom doesn’t have to say anything for me to know you’re not okay,” Camila replied gently, flashing her a knowing smile.
“I’m not fine, but I’m trying,” Isabella confessed. “School’s been a nightmare since you got married. Alejandro’s sister came in and took everything from me. Then, I liked three guys, only to end up heartbroken. The first one left me for Valeria, the second didn’t trust me, and the third one—who I thought understood me—turned out to be gay. He was using me to make his boyfriend jealous.” Isabella’s voice cracked as she aggressively worked the dough.
“Poor girl,” Camila pouted, washing her hands before giving her sister a comforting hug.
“It sucks that you’re feeling this way, but you’re human, and you’re still young. You’ll find someone eventually. For now, just focus on yourself,” Camila advised softly.
Isabella nodded.
“Mom mentioned that one of your friends tried to apologize, but you kicked her out?” Camila asked.
“I don’t need friends,” Isabella scoffed.
“Yes, you do. I think you should give her a second chance,” Camila urged, giving her a warm smile.
“But what if—”
“Don’t think ‘what if.’ Invite her to Dad’s party,” Camila suggested, resuming her work on the cake.
TO Be Continued
