The following day, in the afternoon.
Camilla felt some itching on her face and slowly opened her eyes.
Meeting her gaze was a man's unreserved, ink-black eyes.
"Awake?"
Sinclair pulled back his hand that had been tracing Camilla's brow, his voice was deep and husky.
"Does your body still feel uncomfortable?"
His tone made it seem as if it was the most normal question to ask.
Of course, it did.
Her entire body was sore and ached, as if someone had disassembled and reassembled it.
But Camilla couldn't utter these words. She had no choice but to bite her lip and look at Sinclair, accusations filling her beautiful eyes.
"What do you think?"
Even after reincarnating, he was still unreasonable in this matter.
The corner of Sinclair's mouth curved slightly, his clearly defined hand lingering on his delicate wife's waist.
"Just give it a look."
"No way!!"
Camilla immediately grabbed his hand.
She prided herself on understanding her husband in this matter.
