Triplets’ Mighty Mom Novel

Chapter 234 Thief

When the door of the lift slid open, as if he was enchanted by something, his legs brought him to Camila's door. When he arrived at the door, he was stunned in place, wondering what he should do now.

Am I really going to do something to her? His reason was persuading his heated brain to go back, but his longing toward her were like vines that wrapped around his legs, causing them to become as heavy as lead while he stood at her door without budging. Just one look! I'll go back after taking a look at her! But... Raising his hand, he glanced at his watch. It was 11.30PM, and she might have already gone to bed. It was very late now, so what excuse should he use to get her to open the door for him?

When he was still caught in his thoughts, her door was suddenly opened.

Looking at the person standing at the door, he was rooted to his place. His mind, which was initially working a little slow due to the alcohol, was now completely blank. He didn't expect Camila to open the door all of a sudden. Now, how am I going to explain the reason I'm standing at her door in the middle of the night-instead of being asleep-while being as drunk as a skunk? Camila was puzzled as well. She didn't know why she suddenly opened the door. After putting her child to bed, she intended to return to her room to sleep, but she seemed to have heard some sound outside, so she opened the door without thinking-it was as if something inexplicable had led her to do so. It was just that she found it rather awkward to suddenly meet his gaze. Before she gave herself time to think, an instinctive question, escaped her lips. “W-Why are you here?”

Silas thought about it and answered, “I wanted to come and visit South, but I was afraid that you guys were asleep. You opened the door when I was still hesitating on whether to knock on the door. Why are you not asleep yet?”

The same question was thrown back to her, which left Camila stunned for a moment She then looked at him and replied, “I heard some noise at the door; I thought that it was a thief.”

She had a shadow of a smile by her lips and a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. He loved how playful she looked currently. “Why did you open the door when you suspected that it was a thief? Were you granting entry to the thief?”

Looking at him slightly lifting his chin, the gloominess she had experienced today seemed to have disappeared at that moment. With a hint of provocation and mocking in her eyes, she uttered, “What is there to be afraid of? I wonder who would be the victim after the thief comes in! After all, I'm a thief acknowledged by you!”

Standing at the door, he lowered his eyes and peered at her with both his hands in his pockets. He found that his mood, which had been depressed for the entire day, was suddenly brightened up by her few words. “Yeah, some thieves steal money, but some steal hearts.”

Camila was rendered speechless by him. Is he not going to get over this? “And you are the most skillful thief.” The man’s low and husky voice sounded strangely enchanting, causing her heart to flutter uncontrollably. Feeling a little annoyed, she looked at him and asked, “Are you drunk?” He peered at her with a hint of aggrievement on his eyes, but he meekly nodded. “Yeah!” She said, “I've never seen a drunk person admitting that he is drunk!” He replied, “Before I saw you, I didn't think that I was drunk; but after I saw you, I think that I'm rather drunk. Otherwise, how would I get you to care about me?” His pair of deep eyes twinkled, but his cautious tone made the listener uncomfortable. Hearing that, she felt a lump in her throat. She then flirtatiously glared at him. "When have I ever not cared about you?" He didn't answer her, yet his pair of eyes reflected his answer-today. She thought to herself, I haven't even blamed him for leaving so suddenly, which caused me to reflect on myself for a day. She reached out her hand and pulled him in. “Come in!"