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.

of me now?” Camille’s voice trembled, her palm instinctively pressing

fueled by the alcohol, cut through the air. “Don’t tell me

chest, trying to ground herself. “You are Mr. Arnold Ashbourne,

me?” he persisted.

preoccupied.” Camille’s eyes darted away.

You know me as well as you know Evadne. How could you possibly be too preoccupied

to greet everyone you know, right? It’s not a crime to ignore you.”

within his embrace. “Let go. I need to

other as we did? Ms. Camille, I think you

did

Arnold’s lips descended on hers, deepening

A soft moan escaped her, and her resistance

In a flash of clarity, the full memory of their past

his eyes opened to

curve to his breathless voice. “Last time, you clung to me.

audacity to suggest that after

with indignation, and she didn’t care that he was her mentor’s brother. She wanted to slap him, regardless

her hand to his cheek, his eyes half–closed. “Don’t be

his temple, adding a sensual wetness to his striking features, his eyes shimmering,

undeniably handsome, and even though he bore a resemblance to President Ashbourne, he was a world apart from his

a teasing lilt, “Prosecutor Arnold, you’re so concerned about me, could it be that

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