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 instinctively pressing against

through the air. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me, Ms. Camille? Or is your

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

me?” he

Camille’s eyes darted

flaring. “Preoccupied? You know me as well as you know Evadne. How could you possibly be

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

his embrace. “Let go. I need to

Do acquaintances kiss each other as we did? Ms. Camille, I think

did

Camille could process her shock, Arnold’s lips descended on hers, deepening the kiss with a

A soft moan escaped her, and

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

Arnold slowly pulled away, his

breathless voice. “Last time, you clung to me. Now, it’s

suggest that after forcing a kiss

brother. She wanted to slap him, regardless of the

his cheek, his eyes half–closed. “Don’t be angry, think of your

of water trailed down his temple, adding a sensual wetness to his striking features, his eyes shimmering, “If you still crave my life–saving

though he bore a resemblance to President Ashbourne, he was a

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

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