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 Arnold? Can’t take a little

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 as it takes.”

a bittersweet ache spread

let him go now, she might lose her chance for

her own family’s broken past and her own glossy

He was Evadne’s own

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

open, it would be rude not to accept your challenge.” eserve

hooked her little finger with his. “Just a game, no feelings involved. Pinky promise.”

softened, his long lashes casting shadows.

parted slightly, a flicker of regret passing through her. But then, he took off the gold badge he’d worn

done playing this game, give it back

in her palm shining like a morning

they’d just enjoyed a hot shower. But the tension of the past days had left them both exhausted, and they longed to crawl into bed

the car, Thaddeus‘

caught a glimpse of the caller ID–Jareth–and a knot of anxiety tightened in her chest. “Thaddeus, pick up, it must be something with Marilla!”

furrowed as he answered. “Jareth, what’s up?”

you with Evadne? Can you guys 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 going to make herself sick. Please, can you come? She’s closest with Evadne, maybe she can soothe her,

to Jareth’s house without a moment’s delay. From a distance, they could see Lily standing anxiously at

approached hand

Evadne, thank goodness you’re here.

sent a pang through both their hearts.

now even he can’t get through to her.

Lily’s words, and she hurried into the

crying, don’t cry

her hands clenched tight, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed breathlessly. Her usually radiant face was now ashen, and her

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

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

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

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,

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