"Camila, I remember you saying you had no plans for marriage."

Connor's voice was hoarse, and each word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat with difficulty.

Camila slightly turned her head away, not letting him see her tear-filled eyes.

"I've changed my mind," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Connor's throat felt as if it was being choked, and he was struggling for air.

"So, is your recent aloofness towards me because you were afraid your boyfriend would misunderstand our relationship?"

He tried to make his voice sound as natural as possible.

Camila held back the sourness in her nose, bit her lip, and firmly replied, "Yes."

That single word seemed to use up all her strength.

Connor gave a cold laugh, "Fine, very well..."

His gaze on Camila was chilling even in the hot weather.

He stuffed the necklace he had been clutching into his jeans pocket and walked away.

Bang-

the

the floor, tears uncontrollably streaming down, heavily

her tears, slowly got up, and walked towards the

had given her

to the dressing table, her

and no trace of the

bad

searched through everything on the table, her palms sweating, her mind in

to vanish

knelt on the floor and moved the table and

no corner, yet still, the necklace

her frantic emotions

desperate pain as if her heart

walked in through the door and saw

I'm sorry. I went out to get a box, and when I came back, the

makeup artist's apology, Camila felt even more panicked

eyes full of terror and

this happen?" her voice

we needed a box. I went to find one, and when I returned, the

bit her lip, saying, "I

shook her

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