Settled

CH. 15 Ego & Stubbornness

Camilo's eyes widened, mouth dropped as he was stunned by the comment, but then his lips turned to a big grin, guffawing so hard that his eyes were brimming with tears.

''Gosh, that was quite pleasant to hear,'' said Camilo, still not recovering from the laughter.

You furrowed your brows, hitting his arm to gain his attention back on you. ''I'm serious, Camilo. I want to go out there and find the wreckage.''

''Don't make me laugh again,'' said Camilo, wiping a tear with his hand. ''How are you going to find them? Have you forgotten how many days you walked here to get to our Encanto? And now you're telling me you wanna go back there, in the woods?''

''Well, yeah. That's what I thought.'' You retorted confidently, posing proudly with a smug on your face. ''Don't worry about it; I'll make it there and come back safely.''

Camilo moved closer to you, holding your shoulders as he looked into your eyes solemnly. ''Don't - even - think - about - it. I'm not letting you go into the woods and get killed.''

You scoffed, struggling to free from his firm grip. ''I'm not seeking your opinion. Neither you tell me not nor stop me in any possible ways; I'll still going.''

He sighed; a look of concern appeared on his mien. ''Look, I'm tired from Dolores's wedding all day long. Let's rest tonight and discuss this tomorrow, alright, cariño?''

Taking a big breath, you nodded, thinking it was a long day. Perhaps, Camilo would agree on letting you go by the next morning. You knew how he always took decisions, sleeping and tossing through the night to make a simple choice, though this was a big one, and a major, serious issue, might he add.

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The next morning came quicker than Camilo expected, and he was sure you would still go on about the 'finding crash site' matter.

So, he took the safest path to solve your problem—which was—ignoring you the whole time until you let go of that topic.

To him, it was a real pain not being able to touch or sweet-talk you, but it was worth the wait. Maybe you wouldn't bother him about the topic lesser than three days; as a result, he had to endure those days without kissing and hugging his girlfriend, and it was all for your good.

By the time you woke up, assuming you would see Camilo helping himself for seconds by the food table, but he was not there; on the contrary, he was sitting at the farthest spot away from your regular seat.

You blinked several times before making your way to your seat, and luckily, someone kept you company there--Tio Bruno and Mariano.

They greeted you once you sat down, exchanging small conversations after Abuela finished announcing the routine and congratulating the newlyweds.

You, however, forgot to pay attention to the boy in yellow ruana, immersing yourself in the talk with the newlyweds and Tio Bruno.

Chewing his inner cheeks to prevent himself from going mad at how you focused on the conversation with other men who were not him, Camilo ate his food with much grumpiness, and that didn't go unnoticed.

Soon enough, Mirabel, who happened to sit next to her primo, was confused by the intense gaze that Camilo was shooting at. You. And he was making quite a fuss by the way he ate his food, playing a good knife and fork fiercer than ever.

But she was clever; Mirabel knew something was between you two, so she leaned closer to Camilo. ''Psst! What's wrong with you and (Y/N)?''

Camilo stopped eating, coughing, and tearing his gaze away from you. ''Nothing.''