"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 streaming down,

forcefully wiped her tears, slowly got up, and walked

had

hurried to the dressing table,

box and no

heart sank, a bad premonition

on the table,

necklace seemed to

knelt on the floor and moved the table and chairs around,

sparing no corner, yet still,

heart raced, her frantic emotions

desperate pain as if her heart was being

makeup artist walked in through the door and saw Camila

out to get

artist's apology, Camila

her eyes full of

this happen?"

by Camila's distraught state, replied, "I'm sorry, I took a call, then realized we needed a box. I went to find one, and when I returned, the necklace was

saying, "I

weakly shook her

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