Passion's Pitfalls

Chapter 21

Camille took a long drag of her cigarette and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. Tristan stood before her, his gaze intense, a piece of paper extended in his hand. "I need you to give this to Aurelia," he said, his tone urgent. Camille's eyes narrowed as she took the note, crumpling it slightly in her other hand.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice low. "A message," Tristan replied, his voice a whisper. "Just make sure she gets it."

He studied Camille's face, searching for clues to her true intentions. But her expression gave nothing away. She simply smiled at him, a sly smile that made his skin crawl.

"Okay" she said, and started to close the door. But before she could, Tristan spoke again.

"Just one more thing," he interjected. "Is she okay?"

Camille paused, her hand still on the door. She looked at Tristan, his face a mix of concern and curiosity. "I can't share any information about her," she said, her voice firm. "But I can assure you that she's fine."

Camille closed the door with a resounding thud, leaving Tristan standing on the doorstep. He sighed and turned to leave. But as he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. His mind whirled as he thought about Camille. She was clearly close to Aurelia,-he thought. but he had no idea what their relationship was.Were they friends? Family? Or something else entirely? And why was Camille so evasive when it came to Aurelia's well-being?

A feeling of unease settled over him as he considered the possibilities. His instincts told him that something wasn't right about Camille still. But what could he do about it? The thought nagged at him as he walked back to his car, his mind racing.

He needs to see to her.

Camille peeps through the door hole to make sure Tristan was gone, she opened the note and saw that it was a phone number with a call me please written on it. She took her phone and then saved the number.

Her heart pounded as she saved the number into her phone. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but her curiosity was too strong. She had to know who he was.

she crumpled up the note and tossed it into the trash can.

Tristan's car on the other hand drove towards the other direction as Aurelia's cab stopped right at the front of her apartment.

Just few minutes more, they'd have met.

Aurelia went straight to her suitcase and began throwing her clothes and documents inside. She tried to stay calm but there was just no way, she wipes the tears on her cheek with the back of her palm, her heart almost tearing out of her chest.

"Aurelia, are you okay?" Camille asked, her brow furrowed with concern. "You seem stressed. And you're packing like you're in a hurry. Is everything all right?"

Aurelia didn't respond.

"Aurelia?"

She looked down at her suitcase, still half-packed, and sighed.

"I'm fine," she said, not meeting Camille's eyes. "I just need to get out of here for a while."

"Here," she dragged up the telescopic handle of the suitcase.
"I need you to give this to the apartment cashier. Tell her I might not be back and I'll transfer the balance tomorrow morning."

Camille sigh as she takes the key.