His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

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.

their love faced opposition from the whole world, she would rather avoid that beginning

about your background

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

her defenses cracked at his words, “You’ve been checking up on me?! Arnold, are you letting your detective instincts take

know more

do you think I’m doing all this for fun? I’m doing it to get closer to you, 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, and my

tightness in her chest and closed her eyes, shaking her head in denial, pushing him away with her hands on his heaving chest, “Dr. Bright is the second son of the Bright family, and Thaddeus is the CEO of the Abernathy group, both paragons among men. What am I, how can I compare? It’s different. Don’t waste

trying to kill him

breath came in heavy, ragged gasps,

heart and turn away. “I heard from my assistant that you came to pick up some clothing? Is it because Evadne couldn’t make it, so

her, “My badge, you still have it, right? I have

by a sharp icicle of

“Alright”

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

there was Amold, looking intensely at her, extending his

palm, her lips pale with tension. As she attempted to retract her hand, his strong grasp

guard, she stumbled

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

tingling with a current of electricity

smile playing on his lips. “You turned white just now, were you scared? Scared that

where do you get that confidence from?” Camille’s eyes brimmed with tears,

that stubbornness also something you picked up from your mentor?”

again, “What’s the use of the whole world being right if I don’t like it? I only love you. What I love is the best thing

fears were

be my girl, will

cherish you, take care of you. All that you’ve lost, all that you’ve never had, let me find it for you, piece by piece. Please,

words of love were never Amold’s strong suit. These few lines, hard–won from his heart’s depths, were his

Camille could no longer hold back the tumultuous emotions within her. Tears streamed

as if the whole world burst

and

handovers from Cassius, which was why she couldn’t make it to the Elmsworth rendezvous

create an opportunity for him and Camille to meet. Even if Cupid was willing, without sight, how could sparks of love ignite?

half a day, skimming project proposals, delving into the profiles of corporate executives, and grappling with the group’s financial situation. Although Thaddeus

“Ugh, I’m beat.”

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

second thoughts before you’ve

from someone who’s been there: this is just the beginning. Once you officially take over, a myriad of tasks will await you. Then, you can

Ha, that word doesn’t exist in Evadne’s life

“Just watch me. I’m not just going to do it; I’m going to excel. Just like when I took over K Hotel. I said rd outdo you guys at Abernathy Hotel, and I meant it. Look at me now, results shining bright, huh?”

shines as the queen she is. What if I just give Abernathy

there. I know you and your father aren’t on the

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

let out a wry smile, ruffling her