His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 572

In the dimly–lit bathroom, Arnold cleared his throat so aggressively that the whiskey he had been nursing threatened to make a violent comeback. Amongst his siblings, he was notoriously the lightest drinker and whiskey, in particular, was his nemesis.

Despite his efforts to expel the fiery liquid, his head spun with dizziness, and his throat scorched as though scraped by a blade.

“Arnold, look at yourself, making a scene for nothing. She doesn’t even notice you, and here you are, agonizing over nothing.”

He splashed his face with cold water, running his fingers through his damp hair, slicking back the wet strands that hung over his forehead. Even in his disheveled state, his handsome features, now pale from the ordeal, shone under the soft lighting, alluring even at his most vulnerable.

“Jesus, I’m such an idiot.” he murmured, massaging his temples. The frustration inside him was a stubborn knot, refusing to unravel.

As he pushed open the door to leave, he stumbled into a warm and fragrant presence just outside.

“Ah!” Camille exclaimed, almost losing her balance in her towering stilettos.

Although slightly buzzed, Arnold’s reflexes didn’t fail him. His arm snaked around her slender waist, pulling her close to prevent her fall.

Their eyes met, breaths mingling, the heat from their bodies building a silent storm of sighs and unspoken words.

Arnold’s mind flashed back to their first kiss, born out of a desperate attempt to save a life, an encounter that had left him restless and longing.

Now, as he looked into her eyes, the same intense feelings surged through him, and he found himself unwilling to let go.

now?” Camille’s voice trembled, her palm

directness, perhaps fueled by the alcohol, cut through the air. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me, Ms. Camille? Or is your

slightly against his chest, trying to ground

ignore me?”

preoccupied.” Camille’s

brows knitted together, anger flaring. “Preoccupied? You know me as well as you know Evadne.

you have to greet everyone you know, right? It’s not a

within his embrace. “Let go.

gaze darkened, his hold tightening. “Acquaintances? Do acquaintances kiss each other as we did? Ms. Camille, I think you might be

did we…”

lips descended on hers, deepening

her, and

defeat. In a flash of clarity, the full memory of their past encounter came rushing

pulled away, his eyes opened to

with a teasing curve to his breathless

the audacity to suggest that

She wanted to slap

her hand to his cheek, his eyes half–closed.

his temple, adding a sensual wetness to his striking features, his eyes shimmering, “If you still crave

with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Arnold was undeniably handsome, and even though he bore a resemblance to President Ashbourne, he was a world apart

her hands climbing his broad shoulders as she asked with a teasing lilt,

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