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.

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

about your background

her pushing him away like that, he couldn’t help but spit it out, “But what of it? I still like you; I

at his words, “You’ve been checking up

just wanted to know

tightly, “Camille, 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 father, you have

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

Was she trying to kill him

heavy, ragged gasps, his

came to pick 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

came from behind her, “My badge, you still have it, right? I have an important meeting at the courthouse later,

stiffened, her heart pierced by a sharp icicle of

“Alright”

she reached into her jacket pocket and slowly drew out the badge she

intensely at her, extending

lips pale with tension. As she attempted to retract her

stumbled

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

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

the kiss, his fingers gently tracing her jaw, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “You turned white just now, were you scared? Scared that I’d really leave, that

confidence from?” Camille’s eyes brimmed with tears, her voice choked with emotion.

you picked up from

being right if I don’t like it? I only love you. What I love is the best thing

and fears

be my girl, will ya?

cherish you, take care of you. All that you’ve lost, all that you’ve never had, let me

of love were never Amold’s strong suit. These few lines,

the tumultuous emotions within her. Tears streamed down her face as she gave a slight nod

burst into a kaleidoscope of colors,

of her neck and kissed

work handovers from Cassius, which was why she couldn’t make it to the Elmsworth rendezvous with Camille. Instead,

an opportunity for him and Camille to meet. Even

with the group’s financial situation. Although Thaddeus was there to assist,

“Ugh, I’m beat.”

can there be so much to do? Did Cassius even live a

thoughts before you’ve even taken the

up 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 really feel the

thoughts? Ha, that word doesn’t exist in Evadne’s life dictionary.”

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?”

forehead, “Looking back, none can rival you; in a league of your own, my Evadne shines as

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

her hands 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

let out a wry smile, ruffling her hair