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.

eyes glistening. “What’s the matter, Prosecutor Arnold? Can’t take a little game?”

it? Ms. Camille, last time you said you wouldn’t mind playing a game of feelings with me. I am a man who thrives on the thrill of the chase. If you don’t want to get serious, I can play this game as long

ache spread through her chest.

and that if she let him go now, she might lose her chance for

family’s broken past and her own glossy exterior hiding a numb core,

wasn’t just anyone. He was Evadne’s own brother.

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

everything out in the open, it would be rude

hooked her little finger with his.

long

then, he took off

game, give it back to

eyes shimmered, the badge in her

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

the

a glimpse of the caller ID–Jareth–and a knot of anxiety tightened in her chest.

furrowed as he answered. “Jareth, what’s

come over to my place right now? Marilla’s been crying nonstop over Elspeth’s situation. I can’t calm her down, and I’m really worried she’s

without a moment’s delay. From a distance, they could see Lily standing anxiously at the front door,

Marilla? And where’s Jareth?” Evadne and Thaddeus approached hand in hand, their faces etched with

distressed. “Mr. Thaddeus, Ms. Evadne, thank goodness you’re here. Marilla is in a bad way, it seems like an illness has taken

term “illness” sent a pang through

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

more at Lily’s words, and she hurried into

Please stop crying, don’t

shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed breathlessly. Her usually radiant face was now ashen, and her doe–like eyes swollen and nearly shut.

from where she had inadvertently scratched him in her distress. “Just stop

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

intensity as he struggled with the weight of his own resolve. “No, absolutely not,”

wouldn’t you even let me see her before she passes? Isn’t that the least you could do?” She pushed against 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

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