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.

stopped liking her, if their love faced opposition from the whole

about your background for a long

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

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

to know more of

than once how much she wants you as her sister–in–law.

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

trying to kill him with frustration?!

ragged gasps,

looked down, forcing herself to harden her 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 she asked you to pick up Dr.

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

heart pierced by a

“Alright”

voice barely a whisper, she reached into her jacket pocket and slowly drew out the badge she kept close to her heart. Clutching

looking intensely at her, extending his hand.

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

guard, she stumbled into his

a fervent kiss, deepening it with every second, his desire for possession swirling between them.

with a current of

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. Am I right?”

not, where do you get that confidence from?” Camille’s eyes

also something you

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

that moment, all hesitations and fears

my girl, will ya?

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

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

within her.

the whole world burst

the back of her neck and kissed her deeply, their

from Cassius, which was why she couldn’t make it to

agenda was to create an opportunity for him and Camille to meet. Even if Cupid was

executives, and grappling with the group’s financial situation.

“Ugh, I’m beat.”

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

thoughts before you’ve even taken the reins?”

gently massaging her temples, “Let me give you a heads up from someone who’s been there: this is just the beginning.

Ha, that word doesn’t

took over

her feisty 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 just give Abernathy Hotel to

father aren’t on the best

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 bear the thought of being responsible for

out a wry smile, ruffling

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