If Love Was Forced

Chapter 31: A Moment / A Mysterious Red-Letter

As a bright light assaulted my face, I blinked a few times. I winced slightly and realized I wasn't in my room anymore. I became agitated immediately, tried to rise, but my head hurt.

"Camila!" Alejandro, I said with my voice.

"Don't get up, love; you'll injure your head far more." He approached me and kissed me on the forehead.

"How did I end up here?" I inquired, then pushed him away.

"You passed out, so I rushed you to the hospital, where they told me you'd been overworking yourself." I sighed and averted my gaze as he spoke. "Love, you need to take a break." He said and took my hand in his.

"Give me a chance to love you and care for you." He spoke, and I glanced at him and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Camila, what's wrong?" He said and I shook my head, disagreeing to tell him.

"It's nothing," I said, and I wiped my tears away quickly.

"Camila." He said huskily and suddenly pulled me into an embrace. He placed his hands on my waist and unexpectedly placed mine wrapped around his neck.

We stayed like that for quite some time. It felt comfortable to feel his warmth; it felt as if I was finally protected and loved.

I pulled away and looked at him.

"Thank you," I whispered to him, I looked at his hand and saw scratches,

"What happened to this?" I asked worriedly.

"Love it's nothing." He says this and pulls away.

"Alejandro, let me," I said, and he sighed.

"Pass me the first aid please?" I said, and he stood up and took it from the drawer.

He gave me it and I opened it and quickly took the medicines and bandaids.

I took the cotton and poured some medicine for wounds into it and patted it on his knuckles. I feel him gazing at me the whole time.

I took the bandaid and placed it there and smiled. "Thank you, Love." He says it wholeheartedly.

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"One iced latte for the beautiful Camila," James said as he strolled inside my office.

I said, "Thank you," and hugged him.

"How have you been?" He says and hands me the coffee and sits down.

I said, "Great, excited, nervous, and confused," and he looked at me dumbfounded.

"Who is it?" He said this and raised his eyebrows, smirking.

"No one," I said as I felt my cheeks turn red.

Suddenly, the door bursts open and reveals Kathrine.

"What are you guys chatting about?" She squealed and pushed James to the edge of the couch.

"Hey!" James said and she laughed.

"Camila, you are glowing." She says and hugs me.

"That's what I've been saying!" I laughed at James's remark.

"Now, tell who the special guy is." They asked.

"It's..."

"A secret!" I said, and both of them groaned in defeat.

"Aw, come on Cam." Kathrine pleads and I chuckled.

"Let's just go to the mall, guys. I need some supplies to donate." I said and stood up.

I nodded. "I guess I have nothing to do," Kathrine said, and I nodded.

I took my purse and the three of us walked out of my clinic and went outside.

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I walked inside my apartment and tiredly walked to my bedroom, I quickly placed my things on the desk and went to the bathroom, I sighed quietly and washed my face.

Today, I think, was a good day. I think I'll go see Alejandro tomorrow; alright, I know I shouldn't be feeling this way, but if you ask me what's in my heart, I adore him.

And he's been the nicest company recently; I enjoy hanging out with him, and I suppose this is exactly what I wanted to do. Valentino departed for Italy today, and he texted me, which made me sad, but I understand he's busy.

I'm still wondering what happened to Alejandro and him. Why were they so enraged with one another? However, no matter how many times I asked Alejandro, he refused to answer, so I think I'll just let it go.

I walked out of the bathroom and dressed up in my pajamas, I took my phone, and as someone texted me,

Alejandro: buonanotte amore mio e bei sogni.

(Translation: goodnight my love and beautiful dreams.)

A smile appeared on my face as I read his text. How can someone so scary be so romantic as well?

Camila: buonanotte pure, so d'oro.

(Translation: goodnight as well, sweet dreams.)

I placed my laptop on my bed and placed my phone on the stand. Wow, was this the feeling of being loved and cared for?

I frowned and took out my notepad, intending to conduct some research, but my thoughts kept wandering back to Alejandro.

After a few minutes or so I thought, I looked at the clock and realized I'd been attempting to work for two hours in my bed.

Why does time seem to go by so quickly?

When I eventually decided to go to bed, I let out a sigh.

I wonder what tomorrow brings me...

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Strolling to my office, I quickly looked at the clock. It was 7 a.m. and I had a perfect day planned for today. Work, life, and happiness are all good things to know how to balance.

I entered my clinic and quickly hung my jacket on the hanger and took my white coat. I tied my hair up in a messy bun. I went to my desk and suddenly noticed a red letter placed perfectly there, with the name Camila in black ink.

I took the letter in my hands and opened it. Who was it from? I unfolded the paper and suddenly my eyes widened at the words that were written in it.