"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-

moment the door

tears uncontrollably

forcefully wiped her tears, slowly got up,

he had given her

hurried to the dressing table, her eyes

and

sank, a bad

searched through everything on the table, her palms sweating,

to vanish

knelt on the floor and moved the table and

room inside out, sparing no corner, yet still, the necklace was nowhere to be

raced, her frantic emotions preventing her from thinking

pain as if her heart was being torn

moment, the makeup artist walked in through the door

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

apology, Camila felt even more panicked

looked up, her eyes full

this happen?"

I took a call, then realized we needed a box. I went to find one, and when I returned, the necklace was gone." Camila's face turned pale, her gaze hollow as she stared at the makeup

her lip, saying, "I

shook

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