"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 door

to the floor, tears uncontrollably

wiped her tears, slowly got up, and walked towards

had

the dressing table, her

and no trace

heart sank, a bad premonition

searched through everything on the table, her

seemed to vanish into thin

moved

turned the entire dressing room inside out, sparing no

heart raced, her frantic emotions preventing

a desperate pain as if her heart was being

moment, the makeup artist walked in through the door and saw Camila frantically

her voice, "Ma'am, I'm sorry. I went out to get a box, and when

Camila felt even more panicked

up, her eyes full of terror and

did this happen?"

replied, "I'm sorry, I took a call, then realized we needed a box. I went to find one,

her lip, saying, "I can compensate

weakly shook

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