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.

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

your background for

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

his words, “You’ve been checking up on me?!

to know more

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

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

trying to kill him with

in heavy, ragged gasps, his handsome face flushing

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

I have an important meeting at the courthouse later, and everyone needs to wear theirs. Give it back to me

pierced by a sharp icicle of

“Alright”

her jacket pocket and slowly drew out the badge she kept close to her heart.

was Amold, looking intensely at her, extending

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

stumbled

her lips with a

with a current of electricity as

tracing her jaw, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “You turned white just now, were you

you get that confidence from?” Camille’s eyes

you picked

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

and fears

my girl, will

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

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

within her. Tears streamed down her face as

that moment, Amold felt as if the whole world burst into a kaleidoscope of

her neck and kissed her deeply,

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

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

corporate executives, and grappling with the group’s financial situation. Although Thaddeus was there to assist,

“Ugh, I’m beat.”

short–circuited, “How can

thoughts before you’ve

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

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

like when I took over K Hotel. I said rd outdo you guys at Abernathy Hotel, and I meant it.

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 you? You’d

not go there. I know you and your father aren’t on the best terms, but let’s not overdo it.”

display of ‘filial piety? It might really piss Mr. Frederic Abernathy off. I couldn’t

wry smile, ruffling her hair affectionately.

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