Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Kamilles POV

“Are you okay Chris?” I asked, noticing his mood was gradually changing.

His expression had shifted from concern to anger, the lines of his face drawn tight with tension. My heart clenched with worry as I watched him, wondering what had sparked such intense emotion in him.

He forced a tight-lipped smile, but his eyes betrayed his smile as they were already darkened by rage. “I’m fine, Kamille,” he replied, his tone strained. “I’m just… uhh…. I’m trying to process everything.”

I nodded, though his words did little to calm my unease. Something was clearly bothering him.

“What do you mean?” I asked, furrowing my brow in confusion.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

For a moment, Chris hesitated, his gaze flickering away before returning to meet mine. “It’s just… I can’t help but wonder what Zeke’s part in all of this is.” He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

My heart skipped a beat at his words, a knot forming in the pit of my stomach. What the hell is he saying?

“What are you saying, Chris?” I asked. I would not want to believe Chris was a blabbermouth or that he would spew irrelevant accusations without evidence.

Immediately, Chris’s expression shifted, his features softening as if he had realized his mistake. “Oh, never mind, Kamille,” he said hastily, a forced smile tugging at his lips. “I must have been blabbering. You shouldn’t worry about it.”

Dang! Is he a fucking mind reader or something?

“Chris, don’t brush this off,” I insisted, my voice firm. “If you have something to say, then say it,” I added as my expression hardened into a stoic mask as I fixed him with a piercing stare.

For a moment, there was silence between us, the tension thickening with each passing second. Chris looked at me and I returned the stare, slightly raising my eyebrows and motioning him to continue.

Finally, Chris sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “Okay, Ms. Kamille.” he relented, his voice low and resigned. “I just… I can’t shake the feeling that Zeke might have had something to do with what happened to the kids.”

“Chris…” I began. “That is some expensive joke and I don’t think it is funny at all,” I added. I could feel my heart take a racing stance.

“I know this may be a hard pill for you to swallow at the moment, but the truth is that Zeke had placed a tail on you and the kids since you stepped foot in London.” He paused to drink in my surprised expression before he continued.

“He is aware of all your movements, the number of visitors you have, he knows all about them too and he also knows about..” He paused and looked at me.

“Know about what?” I asked. My voice was calm but I was battling with a series of emotions that swept over my heart.

“He knows you were with me at the restaurant the night Royer was hospitalized.” He added.

Chris’s words hung in the air, and I felt a chill run down my spine. The revelation that Zeke had been having me followed since I arrived in London sent a wave of unease washing over me.

Every move I had made, every person I had spoken to – he knew it all. My mind raced with memories, piecing together moments that now seemed suspicious in hindsight.

The night Royer was hospitalized when I had rushed out of the restaurant in a panic, it was as though Zeke had been waiting for me.

I shook my head in disbelief. Zeke was many things but a stalker. There had to be some explanation, some reason why he would feel the need to surveil me like some criminal to be captured.

“Chris, this can’t be true.” I protested, my voice trembling with disbelief. “There must be some mistake.”

But Chris’s expression remained grim, his eyes betraying the gravity of the situation. “I wish I could say it was, Kamille,” he replied, his voice heavy with regret. “But I’ve seen the evidence myself. Zeke has been keeping tabs on you for months.”

I felt a surge of anger rising within me, mingled with fear and betrayal. How could Zeke have done this to me? To invade my privacy in such a blatant and invasive manner was a violation of my basic human rights. What could he possibly hope to gain by surveilling me in secret?

I turned to Chris, and my expression hardened with resolve. “I don’t believe this,” I said firmly. “I will need to hear this from him myself.”

“I doubt he would welcome that conversation,” Chris said slowly.

“And how did you come to know about this?” I asked, my voice tinged with curiosity and suspicion.

Chris took a deep breath, his expression grave as he recounted the events that had led to his discovery.

“I found it odd how Zeke always seemed to be aware of what was happening with the kid and you, but I brushed it off as just being vigilant.”

He paused, his gaze meeting mine as he continued. “But then I started to notice how he was always around, even when no one else seemed to notice. That’s when I decided to do some digging of my own. It felt as though he was orchestrating these things behind the scenes just to appear as the superhero.”

The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place as Chris spoke, the truth of his words sinking in with each passing moment.

I must have been a fool to believe that Zeke had my best interest at heart.

As the reality of the situation dawned on me, a mix of anger and betrayal surged within me. How could Zeke have deceived me so completely? And what else was he hiding? What did he even stand to gain in all he’s doing? No one else from my past knew about me and my kids, so Chris had to be correct.

I couldn’t trust Zeke, not anymore. I only hope he does have a reasonable explanation for his actions,

With a steely resolve, I turned to Chris, determination burning in my eyes. “Thank you for telling me, Chris,” I said, gratitude laced with determination in my voice. “I will go find Zeke and get to the bottom of this.”

As I stood up and gave Chris a brief hug, a strong whiff of candlewood stuck to my nose.

Zeke.

I turned slowly, my eyes locking onto him as he stood at the entrance, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

Anger burned within me, but beneath it all, there was a glimmer of something else – fear, perhaps, or maybe even a trace of longing.

Zeke’s presence seemed to fill the room, his aura commanding and powerful. I traced his gaze to Chris. He was staring at him for so long and in his eyes, I saw anger and it felt like if given a chance, he would shred Chris into a million pieces.

Was he angry because he knew Chris had spilled out his secret? My eyes glistened with tears but I blinked it away.

He does not deserve my tears. Not anymore.