Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts

Chapter 240: Chapter Two Hundred And Thirty Nine

Damon raised his hand gently, gesturing for Kade to relax.

"It’s fine," Damon assured him smoothly, making his voice as calm and supportive as possible. "Go ahead. I am just asking a question."

Kade swallowed hard. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He looked down at the floor of the tent.

Kade nodded his head slowly. The pink blush on his cheeks deepened slightly.

"Yes," Kade confessed softly, feeling very shy. "Yes, I have a woman in my heart."

Damon watched the loyal soldier blush.

Damon thought to himself, feeling a strange sense of relief.

"I can ask him for advice," Damon reasoned internally. "If he loves a woman, he must know how to apologize to one. He must know what makes them happy."

Damon leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk. He looked directly into Kade’s eyes, treating the conversation with the exact same seriousness as a military strategy meeting.

He spoke to Kade, his voice low and incredibly earnest.

"What do I give the lady to soothe her anger?" Damon asked directly.

Kade blinked rapidly. He finally understood the situation. He felt a deep wave of sympathy for his commander. He wanted to help. But giving romantic advice to the General felt very dangerous. If he gave the wrong advice, the General might get even more angry.

Kade hesitated. He bit his lower lip, looking unsure of what to say.

Damon saw his hesitation.

"Speak freely," Damon commanded gently. "You will not be punished for your words. I need an honest answer."

Kade took a deep breath. He thought about his own sweetheart in the city. He thought about what made her happy when she was upset.

"Well, My Lord," Kade replied carefully, choosing his words. "The best way to apologize is by giving her what she loves most. You have to show her that you pay attention to her desires."

Damon listened closely. He thought about what Camilla loved most.

The answer was blatantly obvious to him. She loved money. She loved gold coins, paper bank notes, and valuable assets. She had literally squealed with joy when he gave her the gold mine.

But Damon immediately shook his head side to side.

"I can’t give her anything with monetary value for now," Damon spoke, his voice filled with deep frustration.

He knew her mind perfectly well.

"If I just send her another chest of gold tonight," Damon explained to his aide, "she might see it as an insult. She will think I am trying to buy her forgiveness with cheap metal. She will think I believe her dignity has a price tag."

Damon tightened his jaw.

"Especially after what happened today," Damon added quietly, his chest aching. "I indirectly accused her of infidelity. I questioned her honor in a public place. If I just hand her money now, it will only make her more furious. It lacks true sincerity."

Kade nodded slowly in agreement. The General was correct. A proud noblewoman’s honor could not be bought back with simple coins.

Kade scratched his chin thoughtfully. He tried to think of more traditional romantic gifts.

Kade suggested again, his voice sounding much more hopeful.

"What about flowers, My Lord?" Kade offered happily. He remembered the classic romantic stories he had heard in the taverns. "Noble ladies always love receiving beautiful flowers. The lady likes flowers, right? Especially fresh, red roses. You could order a huge bouquet from a florist to be delivered to her room."

Damon stared at Kade. Damon’s expression turned flat and doubtful.

Damon spoke, his voice full of certainty.

"I don’t think she will want any flowers," Damon replied softly.

Damon thought about Camilla. She was not a fragile, delicate noble girl who spent her days arranging flower vases. She was a woman who rolled around in the dusty training ring. She was a woman who threw knives with deadly accuracy.

Giving the her a fragile bouquet of red roses felt utterly ridiculous. She would probably just throw the flowers directly out the window and mock him in her mind for being terribly unoriginal.

Kade saw the doubt on the General’s face.

Kade frowned deeply. He stood in the quiet tent, thinking very hard about Lady Camilla. He thought about her actions over the past weeks. He thought about her strange behavior. He thought about her fearlessness in the face of danger.

Kade spoke as if suddenly remembering a very crucial important piece of information.

"My lord," Kade said slowly, his voice dropping into a serious, observant tone. He looked at Damon. "Don’t you think the lady has changed?"

Damon’s heart skipped a beat.

Kade did not stop talking. The aide was analyzing the situation from a military perspective.

"Since we came home from your horse accident," Kade continued, ticking the points off on his fingers. "She is like a completely different person. The old Lady Camilla was always crying. She was terrified of her own shadow."

Kade shook his head in deep confusion.

"But now?" Kade reasoned out loud. "She is remarkably bold. She even slapped you without showing a single ounce of fear."

Kade recalled the events of the afternoon at the fabric shop.

"And," Kade added, his voice full of genuine suspicion. "She said she had a pet cat close to her. But before she completely despised animals. She was terrified of cats and dogs. I kept telling myself maybe she changed but does something change overnight? It just doesn’t make any logical sense, My Lord."

Damon sat still behind the desk.

He listened to Kade list all the glaring, undeniable inconsistencies in Camilla’s behavior. Kade was right. The woman currently living in the Benson mansion was not Lady Camilla.

Damon knew this better than anyone else in the world and he did not care. He did not care if she was a different person. He did not care if she was a spy, a ghost, or a demon in disguise. She was his wife, and he absolutely refused to let anyone else question her true identity.

Damon stood up from his chair with sudden, explosive speed.

The chair scraped violently backward against the floor. The loud, harsh sound echoed like a gunshot in the quiet tent.

Damon’s face instantly darkened into a mask of terrifying, murderous fury. His dark brown eyes turned black, locking onto Kade with danger.

He placed his large hands flat on the desk, leaning his chest forward menacingly.

Damon stopped him immediately.

"Are you suspecting my wife of something?" Damon demanded.