Chapter 362 - Three Hundred And Sixty One

Chapter 362: Chapter Three Hundred And Sixty One

The words hit Camilla like a sudden bucket of ice water. Her entire body froze solid under his embrace. The breath caught in her throat, and she stopped moving completely. Her mind went entirely blank for a second.

Damon did not let go of her. He kept his arms tight around her back, continuing to stroke her hair with extreme care.

"Who are you?" Damon asked softly, his tone full of warmth rather than anger or suspicion. "You can tell me."

Camilla lay still against his chest. She listened to the steady beat of his heart. She realized there was no point in lying anymore. He had watched her fight, he had seen her use strange skills, and he had even seen her use the musket accurately. The wall she had built around herself was gone.

She thought to herself, "I have been caught. I might as well just say the truth."

Camilla took a slow, deep breath, letting her lungs fill with air. She broke a little from Damon’s embrace, pushing herself back just enough so she could look up into his face.

Damon smiled down at her gently. He reached up with his fingers and caressed her pale cheek, using his thumb to brush away a loose strand of hair from her eye. He leaned forward and pressed a warm, lingering kiss onto her forehead, reassuring her that he was not going to hurt her.

Camilla looked straight into his dark brown eyes. She did not hide her gaze or look away.

"I am not Camilla Kingsley, your wife," Camilla spoke clearly, her voice steady and firm. "I am Camilla Hudson, an assassin."

Damon did not flinch. He did not pull his hands away or show any sign of fear. He simply held her gaze, nodding his head slowly to encourage her to keep talking.

Camilla continued, watching his face closely for any reaction. "I am a transmigrator."

Damon paused. A slight look of confusion crossed his face. His eyebrows pulled together as he tried to understand the strange word he had never heard in his entire life.

"Transmigrator?" Damon repeated softly, testing the word on his tongue.

Camilla explained, keeping her words simple. "My soul is trapped in your wife’s body. I am from another world."

Damon stared at her face for a moment. He processed her words slowly, thinking about how different she was from the quiet, weak girl he had known in the past. Everything finally made sense—her sharp instincts, her strange confidence, her scandalous behavior, her strange knowledge, and her incredible fighting skills.

He reached out his hand and gently caressed her hair, running his fingers through the curly strands.

"Interesting," Damon said quietly, a soft smile returning to his lips.

Camilla watched him closely. Seeing how relaxed and calm he was after hearing such a terrifying truth gave her a sudden rush of confidence. The fear that had been pressing down on her chest completely disappeared.

"I’m skilled in hand to hand combat and weaponry," Camilla continued, her eyes lighting up slightly as she spoke about her true nature. "Weapons like the musket that shot you."

Damon frowned a bit, his memory returning to the loud bang and the burning pain in his chest on that fateful day.

"Musket?" Damon asked, his brows furrowing. "Is that what it’s called?"

Camilla nodded her head firmly. "Yes. It is an iron weapon that uses black powder to launch lead balls at high speed."

She leaned a bit closer to him, her voice filled with quiet enthusiasm.

"There are more advanced guns in my world," Camilla said. "They can shoot faster, farther, and with incredible accuracy. I love the sniper the most."

She let out a small, quiet chuckle, remembering her past life as a top assassin, where she could take down a target from miles away without ever being seen.

Damon looked at the bright, lively expression on her face. He smiled back at her, fascinated by the fiery spirit inside her frame. He loved seeing her talk so freely.

Camilla looked up at him again, her smile slowly fading as a small seed of doubt planted itself back in her heart. She searched his face, worried that he was just pretending to accept her.

"You may think I’m crazy or I’m a witch, but..." Camilla began to say, her voice trailing off.

Before she could finish her sentence, Damon reached out both hands, cupped her face softly between his warm palms, and silenced her with a kiss.

He pressed his lips firmly against hers, leaning into the kiss with deep, slow affection. Camilla closed her eyes and melted into his touch, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him back. The kiss was warm, sweet, and comforting, washing away every bit of doubt left in her mind.

When he finally released her lips, he did not move away. He kept his forehead resting gently against hers, his warm breath fanning across her cheeks.

"Even if you are a witch or you are crazy, I am here with you," Damon whispered softly, his voice full of absolute devotion. "I don’t care where you came from. You are the one I love."

Camilla smiled brightly, a warm feeling spreading through her chest. It felt as if a very heavy weight had been lifted off her shoulders forever. She looked at his face and felt a deep sense of belonging that she had never experienced in her previous life.

"What about your family and people you love?" Damon asked, trying to know more about her.

Camilla answered, her voice sad. " My parents are dead. I’m an orphan. Winston is my only family."

She paused, remembering something. "Do you know I am wanted in several places in my world?" Camilla asked playfully, her eyes sparkling.

Damon shook his head gently against her forehead, keeping his hands on her cheeks. "No. Tell me."

Camilla’s expression turned slightly darker, her tone becoming smooth and calm as she recalled her past memories.

"Someone betrayed me," Camilla said quietly. " Someone I thought was family. I killed him."

She let out a soft, bitter laugh that echoed in the quiet bedroom.

"When I thought I finally found love, when I thought I finally found a real family," Camilla continued, her voice dropping lower, "he leaked my information to my enemies, and I was almost captured."

Damon listened to her words carefully. He felt a sharp pang of pain in his heart, realizing how deeply she had been hurt by the people she had trusted in her past life.

He thought to himself, "Is that why she didn’t want to commit to me? She thinks I’ll betray her like that fool?"

The thought of her suffering alone, carrying the scar of betrayal across two different worlds, filled him with an overwhelming urge to protect her from everything.

Damon wrapped his arms tightly around her body, pulling her flush against his chest. He held her with all the strength his weak, healing body could muster, holding her as if he would never let her go again.

"I am not like that fool, Camilla," Damon spoke clearly, his voice deep, firm, and ringing with honesty. "I love you with everything I have. I will never betray you. Never."

Camilla rested her head against his broad chest, listening to the solid, steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. His words were sweet, warm, and deeply comforting, but her instincts did not disappear so easily.

She thought to herself, "I won’t give you a chance to, I will kill you first before you will get to betray."

On the bed, Damon’s body suddenly stiffened. Hearing her deadly thought clearly echoing inside his mind, he swallowed hard, his throat making a quiet, nervous sound in the dark room.