Chapter 132 - Daniella's rage Part 1

Seeing that they were passing the forest near the villa, Evan turned the steering wheel and parked on the side.  

His hand grabbed Daniella's shoulder and pushed her lightly away.  

"You are such a tease," he said in a suppressing tone.  

Daniella laughed, she closed her eyes and waited for him but after a long wait, no lips came to her.  

She opened her eyes and found him staring at the window.  

She followed his sight only to see a rabbit which they seemed to have run by, it was walking limply away from them.  

Daniella immediately rushed out and ran towards the rabbit, as she carried it in her arms she found it unhurt.  

"Is he alright?" Evan asked as he walked towards Daniella.  

She turned around with the rabbit in her arms, "I don't think we drove him over. He's just weak that why he can't jump properly."  

Evan stood behind Daniella, "let's bring him to a veterinary," he said.  

Daniella threw a piercing look at Evan, "I am a doctor babe, and do you know how expensive the veterinary cost?"  

And with that Daniella went back to the car leaving the dumbfounded Evan.  

'She's really stingy,' he thought and ran to the car after Daniella shouted his name.  

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After Camille arranged the table, she blew out a sigh. She baked her own croissant as well as the baguette and place some cold cuts on the table. Even the crème Brulee which she knew Evan liked was on the table.  

She was not used to cooking a large portion but since she also wanted to impress Evan's friend Ken Chu as well as Mathew and Selena, she patiently baked a large portion for everyone.  

When she laid her gloves on the kitchen counter, the sound of the car's engine disturbed the quiet villa.  

She rushed out and found Evan.  

Her lips stretched a smile by itself and like wind, she flew towards him.  

"Hi, Evan," she greeted and moved to give him a kiss on the cheeks but Evan retracted to avoid her lips.  

"What are you doing here Camille?" the coldness of his tone has pricked a needle in her heart but she shook it off and widened her smile.  

"My apartment is being renovated so your kind mom offered me to stay here," she paused and bathed her eyelashes, "It shouldn't be a problem, right? After all, I have stayed here before," as she said that in a flirt, her hand moved to touch his arm.  

"Babe, how many times have I told you not to hire a new maid?"   

Out of nowhere, Daniella's voice sounded, she had a rabbit in her hand and handed it to Camille.  

Everyone turned to the door and found Daniela wearing a grey tracksuit, a pair of sneakers while her hair has been tied up in a messy bun.  

She turned to the woman who was wearing an apron next to Evan and handed her the bag with the military uniform she borrowed from the soldier and the bunny in her hand.  

"Can you handwash this and send it to its owner? Also, this bunny is our dinner tonight," Daniella's face was casual, no emotion at all but, deep inside rage was boiling her blood. She knew who the woman was and seeing the thoughts running in Camille's mind has made every cell of her brain wanted to explode.  

"Also, call a masseur, my legs are cramping."  

"I am not a maid!" Camille suddenly blurted. Her face has reddened with embarrassment for getting mistaken as a maid.  

"Oh, you're not?" Daniella's asked innocently. Her eyes ran to her clothing which still had the apron above.  

"No, I am a guest here. I've just prepared breakfast for Evan," mentioning his name, a soft smile flashed on Camille's lips, "I've known Evan's favorite so I cooked it for him."  

"Thank God!" Daniella blurted, "I don't need to cook breakfast," saying that in relief, Daniella placed a hand on Camille's shoulder. She gave her a smile; others might think it genuine but people that knew Daniella would notice how fake it was.  

"But don't ever think that you will get my Evan by your simple breakfast," and her lips curving a sweet smile turned wicked, "the saying – the way to a man's heart is through his stomach – has been buried together with its creator," she scoffed, removing her hand on Camille's shoulder.  

"It through his pants now dear," and then she winked, her smile widened showing the deep dimples on her cheeks.  

"Right babe?" she asked Evan who was busy talking to Kirby who just came.  

"Babe!" She called him out again, widening her eyes on him.  

"Yes, it is," Evan agreed even though he didn't hear a word of what she said. 

Without greeting the people in the living room, Daniella rushed upstairs while Evan stayed in the living room.  

As she walked in the hallway, her face was painted with darkness, irises in pitch black while her nose was wrinkled in anger.   

Inside she wanted to explode, she gulped hard and halted in front of the master bedroom door.  

Seeing the maid coming out of the room next to them, Daniella stopped her.  

"Hey, where is that model staying?" she asked bitterly but it contrasted the smile on her lips.  

The maid pointed at the room she had just come out and it made Daniella's smile widened.  

'Really? Just next to my room?' she thought.   

When the maid left the hallway, Daniella opened the guestroom door and found two luggage and some dresses on the rack, even some of the shoes were neatly lined up on the floor.  

She scoffed, walked towards the balcony with the view of the pool, 'is she planning to stay here forever?'  

Her eyes narrowed as her brain worked on something evil.  

She walked back inside the room and carried the two empty luggage.  

Without a warning, she threw it out of the balcony and it dropped straight to the pool.  

It made a thunder-like sound.  

Seeing the maids running towards the pool, Daniella grabbed all the clothes she could carry and threw it out of the balcony.  

Some landed on the ground some were in the pool.  

But Daniella was not satisfied, so with big steps, she walked back inside carried as many shoes as she could and threw them out of the balcony again and did the same to the rest of the shoes.  

When it was done, Daniella rested one hand on the balcony rails while the other massaged her temple. Her lips were curving a mischievous smile but her eyes were dark as a coil.