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.

if their love faced opposition from the whole

known about your background for

like that, he couldn’t help but spit it out, “But what of it? I still like you; I still look forward to seeing you.”

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

wanted to know more

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 nothing to fear. If they aren’t open–minded, then no

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.

stubborn woman! Was she trying to kill him

came in heavy, ragged gasps, his handsome face flushing

that you came to pick up some clothing? Is it because Evadne couldn’t make it, so she asked you to pick up Dr.

you still have it, right? I have an important meeting at the

stiffened, her heart pierced by a

“Alright”

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

intensely at her, extending

As she attempted to retract her

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, his desire for

current of electricity as she embraced him, lost in the moment.

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

something you picked up from your

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

hesitations and fears were

my girl,

cherish you, take care of you. All that

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

longer hold back the tumultuous emotions within her. Tears streamed down

world burst into a kaleidoscope of colors, fireworks exploding in

cradled the back of her neck and kissed her deeply, their embrace

couldn’t make it to the Elmsworth rendezvous with Camille. Instead,

agenda was to create an opportunity for him and Camille to

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

“Ugh, I’m beat.”

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

thoughts before you’ve even

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

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,

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

father

dodge the suggestion, “If you really gave it to me, wouldn’t that be an over–the–top display of ‘filial

smile, ruffling

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