CHAPTER 35: SINCLAIR FROM HER PAST LIFE

That’s Dead "Sweetheart," Sinclair’s lips curved slightly as he sat up from the bed, his gaze fixed on Camilla with an almost ravenous intensity.

"You recognized me, didn’t you?"

His voice was hoarse and low, as though suppressing a storm of emotions.

Camilla bit down hard on her lower lip, hesitating for a long moment before finally nodding.

"Sweetheart, I’m sorry."

She knew—this was Sinclair from her past life.

The sweetheart who had held her as they died together.

"Never apologize to me," Sinclair murmured, lifting a hand to gently trace the contours of her face with his fingers, as if memorizing every inch of her.

"I envy him so much."

The "him" he referred to was, of course, his present-day self.

Ever since his last moment of clarity, his consciousness had lingered like a shadow—watching everything unfold, yet powerless to reclaim control of his body.

This time, it was merely a fleeting chance.

Camilla’s heart felt as though it were being squeezed, the pain so intense she could barely breathe.

Her tear-filled eyes remained fixed on the man before her, the memory of him holding her as they perished in flames flashing vividly in her mind once more.

"Sweetheart.."

Her tears spilled uncontrollably, like scattered pearls, her voice thick with anguish.

"Did it hurt... when you stayed with me in the fire?"

*No.* Sinclair gazed at her, his dark eyes unreadable.

There was no sorrow greater than a heart turned to ash.

A heart already dead could no longer feel pain.

Yet, seeing the raw distress in Camilla’s eyes, his lips pressed together slightly before he answered in a low, rough voice.

"It did."

If he said this, at least Camilla would ache for him—only for him.

"I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, sweetheart."

As expected, her tears fell even harder.

"The truth is... I loved you long ago.

I just couldn’t see my own heart clearly.

I’m sorry..."

Sinclair felt an unfamiliar pang in his own chest, and the corner of his mouth lifted faintly.

"Camilla, these words are enough for me."

Sinclair reached out to wipe the tears from Camilla’s cheeks before pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Don’t cry anymore. It breaks my heart to see you like this."

This woman he loved with his very soul—even her tears could unravel him completely.

Camilla shook her head, burying her face against his chest, her words choked by sobs.

Sinclair simply held her in silence, as if trying to merge her entire being into his soul.

Gradually, Camilla’s emotions settled.

In a soft voice, she began confessing—how she’d fallen for Sinclair in their past life, her own foolish ingratitude, the guilt that had haunted her.

She poured out every secret buried deep in her heart.

These words... they could only be spoken to her Sinclair from that previous lifetime.

Sinclair listened quietly, occasionally murmuring gentle reassurances.

Unseen by Camilla, his long, narrow eyes—usually dark as polished obsidian—glistened with unshed tears.

Time slipped away unnoticed until Camilla finally drifted to sleep in his arms.

Feeling the familiar disturbance within his body, Sinclair sighed.

With infinite care, he laid her on the bed, pressed a kiss to her lips, then moved to the crib.

One by one, he tenderly stroked their children’s cheeks.

Countless times before, he’d imagined what their children might look like—his and Camilla’s. Now, at last, he knew.

"Any regrets?"

"Perhaps a few, but I should be content."

Sinclair lay back down beside Camilla, pulling her into his embrace and breathing in her unique scent.

"Remember, love her forever."

This was the last thought that lingered in his mind before consciousness faded away.

—— Five years later.

"Brother," A little girl, delicate as porcelain and the spitting image of Camilla in miniature, tiptoed into the study.

She stretched onto her toes, gripping the edge of the desk as she peered at the boy engrossed in his book.

"Let’s go play outside?"

The boy didn’t look up, his voice calm and composed.

"Didn’t Great-grandfather say he’d teach you acupuncture this afternoon?"

Even at such a tender age, he carried an air of quiet maturity.

"Hehe," Carie blinked playfully at Luther, mischief dancing in her eyes.

"Great-grandpa and grandpa are playing chess right now. They’ve completely forgotten about it."

"Oh." Luther lowered his head and went back to reading his book.

"Then you go ahead."

Carie’s delicate, dumpling-like face scrunched up in displeasure.

"You’re telling me to go by myself?"

"Alone?"

A knowing smirk curled at the corners of Luther’s lips, his piercing dark eyes seeming to see right through her.

"Isn’t Calvin Junior waiting outside for you?" Carie froze, her grape-like eyes widening in surprise.

"How do you always know?"

It was like this every single time—he’d have to be blind not to notice.

Luther ignored the question.

"So you’re not coming with me?"

"Not a chance."

His refusal was instant, leaving no room for argument.

"Amusement parks are for kids. I have zero interest."

"Oh, and five years older makes you so mature?"

Stamping her foot in frustration, Carie’s mischievous grin suddenly lit up her doll-like face.

"Fine. But if you don’t come, I’ll tell Dad it was you who crashed his computer system."

Luther arched an eyebrow, his expression mirroring his father Sinclair’s signature look.

"You think Dad doesn’t know?"

If it weren’t meant to be a training exercise for him, they wouldn’t have used such a rudimentary system.

"Then I’ll tell Dad how you made Mom cry last time," Carie retorted, hands planted firmly on her hips.

"That was just Mom trying to kiss me, and I said no," Luther replied, closing his book with a sigh as he gave his little sister an exasperated look.

"Fine, let’s go."

There was no point arguing—Dad, the ultimate wife-protector, wouldn’t even hear him out.

A smug grin spread across Carie’s otherwise pitiful little face.

"Tsk.

You brought this on yourself."

At the back gate of the Luther Family estate, a young boy in a black tracksuit paced impatiently, hands clasped behind his back.

The moment he spotted the two slipping out, his eyes lit up.

"What took you so long?

I’ve been waiting forever."

Luther remained unfazed.

"You don’t have to wait.

" Calvin Junior had long grown accustomed to Luther’s demeanor.

Calvin Junior stepped forward, slinging an arm around his shoulders, and turned to Carie with a grin.

"Carie, how on earth did you manage to talk him into this?"

Carie shot her brother a glance, her expression brimming with smug satisfaction.

"A wise woman has her ways."

"What ways?"

Calvin Junior chuckled.

"Come on, share the secret.

I’d love to know how to put him in his place too."

Luther’s gaze drifted coolly toward Carie. Instantly, she clapped a hand over her mouth, shaking her head.

"No way."

"Ah, whatever," Calvin Junior said, waving it off.

"As long as we got him out here, that’s all that matters."

Calvin Junior flashed a grin.

"At least if we get punished, we’ll be in it together."

Luther: "..." Thank you so much. —— Meanwhile, on a beach thousands of miles away...

Camilla peered at the surveillance footage on her phone through her sunglasses.

"Sweetheart, are you sure it’s okay to let them go out like this?"

"Of course," Sinclair replied, meticulously applying sunscreen to her skin with gentle, practiced strokes.

"It’s not their first time."

"But this time, they—"

"Camilla," Sinclair paused, his gaze darkening slightly as he looked at her.

"Don’t you think I deserve your attention more?"

Here they were on vacation, yet her mind kept drifting back to those two little troublemakers.

It was enough to make him jealous.

Catching the unmistakable hint of vinegar in the air, Camilla quickly tucked her phone away and smirked at the sulky look in his eyes.

"Sweetheart, they’re your own children, you know."

"Even our own flesh and blood can’t come first," Sinclair’s lips curved into a smirk as he pulled Camilla onto his lap.

"Love me, love my children—it’s only because I adore you that I cherish them," His fingers traced the delicate curve of her waist, his voice deepening into a husky murmur.

"But don’t get your priorities mixed up."

She had to love him most—no exceptions.

As for those two little ones?

They’d have to wait their turn.

Warmth flooded Camilla’s heart, but she couldn’t resist teasing her husband.

"What if I refuse?"

"Then we’ll keep trying until you get it right," Sinclair rose, sweeping her into his arms as he carried her toward their beachfront villa.

Camilla caught his meaning instantly, her fair cheeks flushing crimson.

"Sweetheart!!"

The air itself seemed to shimmer with sweetness.

—The End.

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