They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 101

Lindsey trembled with fury at Joshua’s words. Without hesitation, she slammed her cane against his side with a loud thud. “Shut your mouth! If you hadn’t married such a disgraceful woman, none of this would have happened. Your wife has humiliated Camila beyond belief, and here you are, trying to smooth things over!” she shouted.

Being publicly scolded–and even struck by his own mother, Joshua felt his dignity crumble.

Grinding his teeth, he swallowed his anger and strode toward the banquet hall doors, determined to leave. But the doors were locked tight, refusing to budge no matter how hard he tried.

“Turner, open the door!” he barked, his voice sharp and commanding, leaving no room for argument.

Turner’s polite smile remained firmly in place, but his tone was resolute. “If you don’t want Mr. Giovani Campbell to lose his temper, I suggest you stay put and wait quietly.”

Joshua’s fury boiled over. “How dare you defy me? Open the door, or I’ll fire you!”

Turner’s smile didn’t falter. “Oh, okay. But for now, I’d advise you to wait here.”

Joshua clenched his fists, but there was nothing he could do. His frustration was palpable.

The guests, watching Turner stand his ground even against the chairman of the Campbell Group, were even more terrified. The tension in the room was suffocating, and no one dared to make a sound.

The oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on everyone. Robin sat on the floor, her eyes vacant and unfocused, as if her spirit had been drained.

Those wealthy women, their faces bruised and swollen from their husbands‘ earlier outbursts, didn’t dare utter a word of complaint. All they could do was pray that when Giovani returned, he would see their pitiful state and show them mercy.

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Giovani carried Camila down the long hotel corridor.

Camila rested against his broad chest, her ear close enough to catch the rhythmic thump of his heartbeat. That strong, steady cadence brought her a sense of calm she had never felt before.

As they turned a corner, a voice Camila hated cut through the silence. “Mr. Campbell, where you headed?”

William stood a little ways off, wearing a fake, suck–up smile. He was usually full of pride, but around Giovani, he had to swallow it.

Beside him, Agnes stared at Giovani, momentarily dazed, her gaze lingering far longer than it should.

Giovani’s eyes swept over the pair, his gaze narrowing slightly when it landed on the torn needle work in Agnes’s hands.

He could feel the tension in Camila, held securely in his arms. Though he didn’t know the full story, the details were enough for him to deduce that William and Agnes were undoubtedly involved in whatever had caused Camila to end up like this.

He stopped, his expression unexpectedly mild. “Mr. Connor, shouldn’t you be heading to the banquet hall?”

William, caught off guard by Giovani’s calm tone, quickly nodded. “Of course, we’ll head there right away. Mr. Campbell, are

you…”

He tried to get a better look at the person in Giovani’s arms, but Camila was wrapped up so securely that he couldn’t recognize her.

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Still, the delicate foot peeking out from the folds of the fabric was enough to tell him it was a woman.

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Agnes’s gaze shifted to Camila, her eyes flashing with malice. But in the blink of an eye, she reverted to her usual innocent, harmless demeanor, her wide, seemingly pure eyes blinking at Giovani. Unfortunately for her, Giovani didn’t spare her even a glance,

Ignoring William’s question, Giovani replied indifferently, “You two go ahead. I’ll join you shortly.

Without further thought, William and Agnes said goodbye to Giovani and hurried toward the banquet hall.

Giovani watched their retreating figures, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Speaking into the miniature microphone at his collar, he instructed, “Turner, let those two in.”

After all, it was much easier to deal with everyone who had hurt Camila when they were all gathered in one place.

“Don’t worry,” Giovani murmured softly, his voice carrying a soothing warmth. Gradually, Camila’s tense body began to relax.

Giovani carried Camila back to the private suite. As soon as they entered, Camila headed straight to the bathroom, while Giovani instructed his men to purchase clothes and medicine for her. He also ordered them to retrieve the hotel’s surveillance footage.

His team worked efficiently, delivering the clothes, medicine, and video footage in no time.

Giovani’s gaze locked onto the screen, his brows furrowing deeply.

The footage revealed everything: Agnes provoking Camila, ruining her hairstyle, William siding with Agnes without question, and the moment Camila was dragged into the private suite. It also showed Agnes tearing apart the needle work and Robin assaulting Camila with several women.

The more he watched, the angrier he became. His grip on the phone tightened, the veins on his hand standing out as his anger surged, especially when he noticed the bloodstain on William’s lips.

Just then, the sound of the bathroom door opening pulled him from his thoughts. Giovani set the phone aside and looked up, only to see Camila stepping out, wrapped in a white bathrobe.

Her wet hair fell over her shoulders, and her bright eyes looked even clearer, like the water had washed them clean. Tiny drops clung to her long lashes, catching the light as they slipped down.

The soft, snug bathrobe clung to her figure, its slightly open neckline revealing her slender neck and delicate collarbones, their graceful lines catching the light.

Her lips were slightly red, giving her a delicate, almost vulnerable charm. Yet, the thought of William dragging her into the room and what might have happened there made Giovani find the sight of her reddened lips unsettling.

His brows furrowed briefly, but the fleeting emotion was quickly concealed.

“Come here,” his voice was deeper than usual.

Camila hesitated, a trace of nervousness flashing across her face. But she dared not disobey and obediently walked over, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed.

Giovani dipped a cotton swab into the ointment, preparing to apply it to her wounds. As he leaned closer, a faint, sweet fragrance wafted from her, causing his hand to hover above her swollen cheekbone, momentarily frozen.

The lingering steam from the bathroom clung to her lashes, forming tiny droplets that refracted light with her uneasy

trembles.

Camila blinked in surprise. “What’s wrong, Mr. Campbell?”

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“It might sting a little. Try to hold still,” he replied, his voice hoarse and low, his Adam’s apple shifting slightly in the shadow.

He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from hers. The cool ointment touched her skin, soothing rather than stinging.

His expression was focused, his handsome features so close that Camila could see every detail of his face with startling clarity.

Camila’s heart raced as she nervously clutched the corner of her bathrobe, her gaze fixed on Giovani’s sharp nose, too afraid

to move.

The faint scent of his shampoo mixed with a hint of tobacco lingered around her, his warm breath brushing lightly against her neck, making her cheeks flush uncontrollably.

Noticing her embarrassment, Giovani raised a brow ever so slightly and leaned in closer, his warm breath grazing her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

The ticklish warmth jolted through her, making her shiver involuntarily.

Giovani caught her reaction and looked up. “Does it hurt?”

“N–No, it doesn’t,” Camila stammered, her eyes darting away as she felt like she might suffocate.

“I’ll be gentle. Hang in there, it’ll be done soon,” Giovani said.

Camila remained silent.

After applying the ointment, Camila thought it was over, but to her surprise, Giovani helped her dry her hair.

In her twenty–three years, Camila had never experienced such meticulous care.

Giovani and Lindsey had been so kind to her; she silently promised herself that one day, she’d repay their kindness no matter what.

Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly realized Giovani had gently guided her onto the bed.

Her eyes widened in shock. “M–Mr. Campbell… this isn’t right. I–I’m not ready for this…”

Giovani tucked the blanket around her. “Ready for what?”

Camila’s face turned crimson as she quickly looked away. “N–nothing.”