His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 590

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.

matter, Prosecutor Arnold? Can’t take

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

bittersweet ache spread through

let him go now,

glossy

wasn’t just anyone. He was

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

open, it would be

returning as she hooked her little finger with his. “Just a game,

softened, his long lashes casting shadows.

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

you’re done playing this game, give

in her palm

the tension of the past days had left them both exhausted, and they longed to crawl into

got into the car, Thaddeus‘ phone

of anxiety tightened in her chest. “Thaddeus, pick

as he answered.

her down, and I’m really worried she’s going to make herself sick. Please, can you

they could see

approached hand in hand, their faces etched with concern.

of composure, was visibly 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

listen to Jareth above anyone else, but now even he can’t get through to

at Lily’s words, and she

stop crying, don’t cry anymore!”

her hands clenched tight, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as she

black shirt crumpled and stained with blood from where she had inadvertently scratched him in her distress. “Just stop crying, anything

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

fiery intensity as he struggled with the weight of

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 for you? Did she ever treat you like her daughter, nurture you, protect you? There are some

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