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.

let go of me now?” Camille’s voice trembled, her

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

Camille’s fingers curled slightly against his chest, trying to ground herself.

me?”

preoccupied.” Camille’s eyes

as well as you know

everyone you know,

“Let go. I need to get

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

When did

her shock, Arnold’s lips descended on hers, deepening

escaped her, and her resistance melted away.

chest before sliding down in defeat. In a flash of clarity, the full memory of their past encounter came rushing

away, his eyes opened

breathless voice. “Last time, you clung

that after forcing a kiss upon her?

mentor’s brother. She wanted to slap him, regardless of the

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

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

though he bore a resemblance to President Ashbourne,

shoulders as she asked with a teasing lilt, “Prosecutor

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