Chapter 678

As Arnold spoke, his muscular arms wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her closer with an increasingly tight grip that seemed to fear her slipping away again.

Camille felt a ticklish warmth spread through her, her voice soft; she was playfully complaining yet more of saying in a coquettish way, “You do realize you’re like a thief, don’t you? Quite perceptive of yourself.”

“Camille.”

He called her name again, his voice laced with an addictive quality that brought a rosy hue to her pale cheeks, “Actually, you’re a thief too. A thief who stole my heart.”

Camille had heard her mentor occasionally mention her family. He said she had an older brother who, despite his dashing good looks, spoke the most cheesy pick–up lines that were oddly endearing.

Now, she could see her mentor hadn’t been exaggerating.

Seeing her silent, Arnold grew anxious and turned her to face him, “Are you still mad at me?”

Arnold Ashbourne.”

The way Camille suddenly used his full name made him even more nervous, his Adam’s apple bobbing uncontrollably.

“I’m the illegitimate daughter of the Evert family; my background isn’t something to be proud of. The Evert family hassle me so frequently, it’s a wonder I find any peace. Someone like me isn’t a good match to you. Being with me, you’ll never have a day’s rest.”

As she spoke, a pain throbbed in her chest, as if she were being forced to carve off a piece of her heart, “You deserve…better. Perhaps out of sympathy or pity, you felt the need to protect me. But once the intensity fades, you’ll see. Love is just a fleeting illusion that brings nothing but trouble. With your privileged background, even if you don’t seek out nobility, you could find a lady from a reputable, well–read family. My life is full of blemishes. And what you see today is just the tip of the iceberg.”

Camille, a top fashion designer, used her flawlessly cool demeanor and her dazzling creations to mask her intense inner turmoil and insecurity.

She felt rootless, like a drifting weed, never able to proudly tell anyone that she was a child of the Evert family.

It wasn’t that she was blind to Arnold’s virtues or his genuine love for her, but the deep–seated sense of unworthiness tore at her heart day and night, forcing her to stay alert.

his mind, stopped liking her, if their love faced opposition from

background for a

but spit it out, “But what of it? I still like you; I still look

been checking up on me?! Arnold, are you letting your detective instincts take over

know more

to reach your heart, to be with you! I know what you’re worried about, but it will never happen. You’re Evadne’s best friend, and she’s told me more than once how much she wants you as her sister–in–law. As for my family,

chest, “Dr. Bright is the second son of

Was she trying to kill him

heavy, ragged gasps,

up some clothing? Is it because Evadne couldn’t make it, so she asked you to pick up Dr. Bright’s tailored suit? I had my assistant pack it, she’ll give it to you. You should go back. I’m very tired and need to rest.

her, “My badge, you still have it, right? I have an important meeting at the courthouse later, and everyone needs to wear theirs. Give

heart pierced by a sharp icicle of pain.

“Alright”

badge she kept close to her heart. Clutching it tightly in her palm, then

looking intensely at her, extending

she attempted to retract her hand, his strong

she stumbled into his embrace.

lips with a fervent kiss, deepening it with every second, his desire for possession swirling

body tingling with a current of electricity as she embraced him, lost in the

her jaw, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “You turned white just now, were you scared? Scared that I’d really leave, that I’d really take it back.

that confidence from?” Camille’s eyes brimmed with tears, her voice

something you picked up from your

world being right if I don’t like it? I only love you. What I

moment, all hesitations and fears were shattered by his unwavering

girl, will ya?

a sincerity as bright as the stars, “From now on, let me love you, cherish you, take care of you.

love were never Amold’s strong suit. These few lines, hard–won

within her. Tears streamed down her face as she

world burst into a kaleidoscope of colors, fireworks

neck and kissed her deeply, their embrace tender and passionate.

couldn’t make it to the Elmsworth

and Camille

executives, and grappling with the group’s financial situation. Although Thaddeus was there to assist, she was still left with a spinning

“Ugh, I’m beat.”

man’s embrace, like a beautiful robot short–circuited, “How can there be so much to do?

thoughts before you’ve even

up from someone who’s been there: this is just the beginning. Once you officially take over, a

doesn’t exist in Evadne’s life

me. I’m not just going to do it; I’m going to excel. Just like when I took over K

spirit, kissing her forehead, “Looking back, none can rival you; in a league of your own, my Evadne shines as the queen she is. What if I

and your father aren’t on the best terms, but let’s not overdo

frantically, trying to dodge the suggestion, “If you really gave it to me, wouldn’t that be an over–the–top display of ‘filial piety? It might really piss Mr. Frederic Abernathy off. I couldn’t

smile, ruffling her hair

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