Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law

Chapter 830 827: Time Flies (1)

Camila was stunned.

His low roar was laced with intense anger, an anger that comes from heartache.

He is heartbroken!

Don't push him to Florence, he's holding her again, he...

"Camila, promise me, don't push me to Florence anymore. When you see her clinging to me, you're not allowed to walk away alone, you can't leave me to her. You know, I'll get angry, I'll be heartbroken." Jimmy Horne held the delicate body in his arms, hoarsely pleading. This former darling of the Horne Family, who was once protected like their own, at this moment cared nothing for dignity, nothing at all, just wanted to tell the person he held that all he wanted was her.

He had always wanted her.

Perhaps he didn't know in the past why he always targeted her, why he tried to get her attention, why he showed his care for her in his own peculiar way; now he understood. He had chosen her from a young age.

Camila's entire body went rigid, her head spun, her face flushed and paled, then flushed again. Her hands fell on his large hands that embraced her waist, thinking to pry them off, yet found herself weak and powerless, or rather she suddenly felt limp and powerless. She even lost her ability to think, letting him growl softly in her ear.

With a twist of power, Jimmy Horne turned her within his arms, now holding her waist with one hand, freeing the other to gently tilt her chin. His deep eyes carried a visible tenderness, so profound, so intense. She had seen this kind of gaze often before, because Godfather Glades often looked at Godmother Julia with blatant, intense gazes in front of the younger ones. How could Jimmy Horne look at her with such eyes, which seemed unfitting for his age, yet on him, it seemed completely appropriate?

That youthful face, still tinged with innocence, couldn't hide the inborn gentleness emanating.

"Billy." Camila spoke, believing her voice would still be as crisp and forceful as before, but upon opening her mouth, she realized her voice had become soft, gentle, sounding like a childish plea, causing her face to flush even more.

"Camila, we've known each other for fifteen years, right?" Jimmy Horne spoke softly, his tender gaze still locked onto her pretty face.

"We're born in the same year, you're only three months older than me." Camila Ruiz replied quietly.

"Do you know why we always fought or argued when we were young?"

Camila Ruiz didn't respond, but her eyes revealed her irritation; wasn't it because he was mischievous? Always opposing her, snatching any toy she liked, wrecking her things, which led to their arguments and even fights.

"You were close with my brother, ever since I can remember, my brother has been very protective of you. I did those things just to get your attention, to make you remember me, even if the way was different. Honestly, I've always liked being with you, if it weren't for that, I wouldn't have threatened those old men to have you brought here. Camila, even though we're young now, I know what I want, I like you, I love you more, understand? So don't push me to Florence Ford anymore, and certainly don't let her pursue me."

Jimmy Horne's hand on her chin now traced her face, gently caressing, the rough hand with calluses making it impossible for her to ignore.

He spoke with deep affection, yet with a hint of nervousness.

"Billy."

Camila Ruiz was very surprised, she tried to calm her thoughts, to tame her fears, her eyes fixed on him, clear as spring water.

"We're only fifteen, let's not talk about love; impulsive love won't have a good ending."

After speaking, she pulled his hand from her face, then pulled away the hand holding her waist, turning to lean against the tree, looking at the distant scenery, popping with trees, lush and layered.

Her words were light, yet every word clear.

She didn't say she didn't love him, nor did she reject him, just pointed out that they're too young.

"You think I'm acting on impulse?" Jimmy Horne stepped forward again, standing in front of her, lowering his head, and asked deeply.

"Billy." Camila Ruiz boldly met his gaze, seriously saying: "Whether you're impulsive or not, can we not talk about this now? You're still training at the base, and even though you're skilled and responsive now, and those people can't easily harm you, you still can't be distracted, can't be careless. You must maintain this state until you can successfully leave the base. And I, I'm still in high school, with a heavy course load; I hope to peacefully complete my studies, acquiring more knowledge."

Jimmy Horne pursed his lips.

"I don't want you to be distracted."

Finally, Camila Ruiz summed it all up:

If she shyly accepted his confession, accepted his love, and developed their relationship freely, starting young love, he would be distracted, his vigilance lowering, which would only harm him. She's long discerned the intentions of people here after a month.

She'd rather wait with time than develop a relationship with him now.

Jimmy Horne's heart warmed, her words gave him immense hope.

She didn't reject his love, nor evade; she simply pointed out that his current situation was unsuitable for romance. Lovers indulging in sweetness, inevitably have poorer alertness, which would give those old men a chance.

She was worried about him.

"Camila." Jimmy Horne embraced her again, his mood greatly improved, saying joyfully, "Okay, we won't talk about this now, as long as you understand my feelings. But you must promise me, don't push me to Florence Ford anymore, okay? Now, and in the future, never push me to other women!"

Camila Ruiz didn't answer.

Her feelings for him were blurry; in fact, she didn't know if she just liked him or felt love like he did. Perhaps there was a hint of love, otherwise she wouldn't feel restless seeing him with Sister Florence.

Camila Ruiz's silence made Jimmy Horne go crazy, damn it, wouldn't she really want to give Florence Ford a fair competition opportunity?

He didn't love Florence Ford, but being constantly glued to her, he would be annoyed. Even though he didn't want to hurt Florence Ford, if it became unbearable, he couldn't guarantee anything.