Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 812 - 810

"Aunt Julia." Florence Ford glared fiercely at Ivan Horne. She also didn't like the idea of pairing with Ivan, the boy who always ignored her presence. Surviving his vexations was already a testament to her luck, let alone pairing up with him which would probably lead to an early demise.

After Aunt Julia helped Florence back to the sofa and a round of greetings, Florence asked about Jimmy Horne, hoping to get some information from Julia.

Understanding Florence's intentions, Julia blinked her almond-shaped eyes, then sighed heavily, shaking her head while saying, "Little beauty, we want to know more about Billy's current situation than you do."

Ivan Horne and Glades Horne sat not far away, exchanging glances, completely unconcerned that Julia would spill the details about Jimmy Horne and Camila Ruiz.

Noah Reyes once said that this family of three were all tough characters.

Even if Julia had a good impression of the little beauty, her heart was still with her goddaughter. Jimmy Horne's little thoughts have grown over the past ten years, and she's pleased about it, hoping her goddaughter will become her niece-in-law, bringing the families closer. She's certainly not foolish enough to divulge Jimmy Horne's information to Florence Ford.

Florence Ford wanting to extract information on Jimmy Horne from the Horne Family—it's simply impossible.

She doesn't understand the Horne Family at all, nor their love and protection towards Camila Ruiz.

This destined her to never make it into Jimmy Horne's heart in her lifetime.

Hmm.

Such a soft bed.

Such a comfy pillow.

Camila Ruiz slowly awoke, her bright eyes opening to see the familiar bedroom, oh, yet also somewhat strange.

This wasn't her room.

She sat up suddenly.

Memories rewound, recalling what happened yesterday. After school yesterday, she received an anonymous call saying they knew about Jimmy Horne's whereabouts, then she left the house and was kidnapped; the kidnapper was none other than her childhood playmate, the arch-nemesis she'd cared about for ten years, Jimmy Horne.

And those events from last night...

Camila Ruiz couldn't help but shiver.

Huh?

She suddenly realized something.

Late last night, Jimmy Horne lifted her off the bed and dragged her out of the room. She fell asleep leaning against the wall, so why was she now waking up in bed?

The door opened.

Jimmy Horne walked in with a smiling face.

"Awake."

Jimmy Horne wore the same outfit as yesterday: black short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, appearing mature for his age. His handsome appearance was as dazzling as sunlight, the black eyes faintly smiling, yet carrying a hint of shrewdness, making her blink a few times while staring.

"Staring at me like that, could it be you've fallen for me?" Jimmy Horne teased, winking at Camila Ruiz.

"Love you? No way!" Camila Ruiz retorted, rolling her eyes at him, then slid off the bed, asking, "Why am I in bed when I remember sleeping against the wall last night?"

Jimmy Horne watched her get off the bed, chuckling lowly, "Maybe you sleepwalked back to bed yourself."

"You're the one who sleepwalks. Jimmy Horne, now it's daylight, hurry and have your underlings contact my parents to let them know I'm here, so they don't worry." Camila Ruiz felt refreshed after sleeping.

"Stinky Camila, really, if Auntie Rachel heard you speak like this, she'd probably be heartbroken with all the lady-like efforts she's invested in you." Jimmy Horne comfortably fell back onto the bed she'd just slept in, hugging her pillow to his chest as if he's embracing her, his handsome face buried in the pillow, only his eyes exposed, greedily inhaling the scent she left on the pillow.

"Jimmy Horne, I've told you countless times, stop calling me Stinky Camila." Yesterday he was clearly calling her Camila.

Turning her head to see Jimmy Horne lying on the bed she just slept in, embracing her pillow—though the action was normal—yet it was her bed, now his actions seemed extremely suggestive.

Camila Ruiz's heart felt strange, a mix of shame and annoyance. She immediately turned around, rudely pulling Jimmy Horne, saying, "Get up, this is my bed."

"I'm tired, let me lie down for ten minutes." Jimmy Horne laughed proudly, refusing to get up, determined to stay on the bed she slept on, deliberately closing his eyes, indulging in her faint fragrance.

Last midnight, after Kay Kennal's assassination attempt failed, they temporarily found peace, and while she slept, he secretly awoke, gently carrying her back to the room.

Laying her softly on the big bed, he felt a brief contentment. With her by his side, even amidst danger, even if the demon knew she was his weakness, he felt it was a good day.

Seeing her slim figure, he felt a bit heartache, resolving to fatten her up over this summer vacation.

"Not even a minute." Camila Ruiz continued tugging his arm.

"Sss—sss—"

A slightly strange noise suddenly sounded behind them.

Camila Ruiz turned and saw Finn crawling in, sticking out its tongue. It probably noticed its owner was playing around with Camila Ruiz and wanted to join in. Camila Ruiz knew it wouldn't harm her, yet her heart still carried some fear. Suddenly seeing it climb to her back, its snake body rising as high as her own, she was startled and fell into the bed.

Jimmy Horne opened his arms wide, embracing her fully.

It's foolish not to take advantage!

"Finn, would you mind leaving?" Camila Ruiz, not realizing she'd fallen into someone's arms, made a pleading gesture to Finn.

Finn flicked its tongue, apparently not understanding her meaning.

Jimmy Horne shot it a sharp glance, and it immediately wilted like a shriveled eggplant, slumping before slinking out of the room.

Camila Ruiz realized she was lying in Jimmy Horne's arms, immediately springing away like a startled bird, hurriedly dropping a line, "I'm going to wash my face," not even glancing at Jimmy Horne's face before colliding into the bathroom.

Jimmy Horne slowly sat up, touching his handsome chin, laughing softly, "Being embraced feels quite enchanting."