Chapter 590

In fact, the flowers were a well–thought–out gesture from Camille.

She had a hunch that victory was in the bag. With Arnold on the case, it was a sure bet.

After sending the flowers anonymously, Camille slipped away quietly, making a beeline for the parking lot.

Her long lashes fluttered gently, and her heart trembled just the same.

She mused over Arnold in the courtroom, dressed in a sharp, tailored black suit, exuding charisma and passion as he delivered his arguments with gusto. His handsome features, as striking as a movie star’s, seemed to carve the truth out of the criminals, revealing their sordid nature. Her cheeks flushed with a rosy warmth, and her heart raced uncontrollably.

“You could at least say ‘hello‘ before you leave, Ms. Camille,” a familiar voice called from behind, melodious and captivating.

Camille stopped dead in her tracks, took a deep breath, and slowly turned around.

Arnold stood there, still in his prosecutor’s attire, his posture as straight as an oak, taking long strides toward her. “Also, perhaps you’d like to tell me what those flowers you sent meant.”

Camille steadied herself and met his intense gaze. “Sunshine lilies, they symbolize victory.”

“I thought they meant that you have a thing for me,” Arnold said with a tilt of his head, leaning in slightly.

Camille’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes twinkling. “Prosecutor Arnold, you do have a sense of humor.”

“Do I?”

Arnold’s breath hitched, his gaze searching hers, “Or is it yet another misunderstanding you’ve led me into? First a kiss, now flowers, what next? I’m rather intrigued.”

“There won’t be a next time,” Camille said, a surge of restlessness rising within her, turning to leave.

Arnold swiftly pinned her against the wall, his muscular arms tensing, making his suit stretch tight. “Ms. Camille, what is this? Playing me? You think this is funny?”

His words were as blunt as a bachelor’s, unseasoned by the games of love and romance.

laughed, her eyes glistening. “What’s the matter, Prosecutor

you wouldn’t mind playing a game of feelings with me. I am a

ache spread through her

that if she let him

past and her own glossy exterior hiding a numb

He was Evadne’s

wasn’t fit for love, didn’t want to hold him back, yet she

everything out in the open, it would be rude not to accept your

swept away the shadows in her heart, her smile returning as she hooked her little finger with his.

his long

of regret passing through her. But then, he took off the gold badge he’d worn for nearly a decade

done playing this game, give it

the badge in her palm shining

battle, felt as refreshed as if they’d just enjoyed a hot shower. But the tension of the past days had left them both

got into the car, Thaddeus‘ phone rang.

the caller ID–Jareth–and a knot of anxiety tightened

brow furrowed as he

Marilla’s been crying nonstop over Elspeth’s situation. I can’t calm her down, and I’m

couple rushed to Jareth’s house without a moment’s delay. From a distance, they could see

Jareth?” Evadne and Thaddeus approached

was visibly distressed. “Mr. Thaddeus, Ms. Evadne, thank goodness you’re here.

sent a pang

above anyone else, but now even he can’t get through to her. I’m really

Lily’s words, and she hurried into the villa.

Marilla! Please stop crying, don’t

living room, Marilla was curled up on the floor, her hands clenched tight, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed breathlessly. Her usually radiant face was now

blood from where she had inadvertently scratched him in her distress.

Mom.” Marilla’s lips quivered, her cries almost deafening.

with the weight

the man she loved with all her might, desperation fueling her strength. “Elspeth murdered Thad’s mother. She’s a heartless killer! Why would you want to see someone like that?” Jareth’s voice was thick with emotion, unusually stern, so much so that he startled even himself. “Tell me, did she ever care

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