His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 678

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.

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

background for a

couldn’t help but spit it out,

been checking up

to 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 nothing to fear.

closed her eyes, shaking her head in denial, pushing him away with her hands on his heaving chest, “Dr. Bright is the second son

she trying to kill

came in heavy, ragged gasps, his

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. 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

that, there’s another thing‘ Arnold’s cold voice came from behind her, “My badge, you still have it, right? I have an important meeting at the

her heart pierced by a

“Alright”

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

looking intensely at her, extending his

she attempted to retract her hand, his strong grasp suddenly enveloped hers,

off guard, she stumbled into his

without hesitation, wrapped his arms around her waist and sealed her lips with a fervent kiss, deepening it with every second,

current of electricity as she embraced him, lost

lips.

from?” Camille’s

also something you

her close again, “What’s the use of the whole world being right if

all hesitations and fears were shattered

girl,

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

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

emotions within her. Tears streamed down her

Amold felt as if the whole world burst into a

her neck and kissed her deeply, their

make it to the Elmsworth rendezvous with Camille. Instead, she sent Arnold to pick up

him and Camille to meet. Even if Cupid was willing, without sight, how could

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

“Ugh, I’m beat.”

like a beautiful robot short–circuited, “How can there be so much to do? Did

you’ve even taken the

her temples, “Let me give you a heads up from someone who’s been there: this is just the beginning. Once you officially take over, a myriad

word doesn’t

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,

none can rival you; in a league of your own, my Evadne shines

know you and your father

“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.

out a wry smile, ruffling

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