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.

Arnold changed his mind, stopped liking her, if their love faced opposition from the whole world, she would rather

about your background for

him away 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.”

defenses cracked at his words, “You’ve been checking up on me?! Arnold, are you letting your detective

know more of

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 one in the world is. My dad accepted Cassius‘

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

woman! Was she trying to kill

came in heavy, ragged gasps, his handsome

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, and everyone needs to

heart pierced by a sharp icicle of pain.

“Alright”

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

Amold, looking intensely at

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

stumbled into

his arms around her waist and sealed her lips with a fervent kiss, deepening it with every second, his desire for possession swirling

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

an eternity, Arnold reluctantly broke 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 I’d really take

where do you get that confidence from?” Camille’s eyes brimmed with

something you picked up from your

of adoration and helplessness, holding her close again, “What’s the use of the whole world being right if I don’t like it? I only love you. What I love is

hesitations and fears

be my girl,

“From now on, let me love you, cherish you, take care of you. All that you’ve lost,

Amold’s strong suit. These few lines, hard–won from

emotions within her. Tears streamed down her

that moment, Amold felt as if the whole world burst

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

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

clothes was secondary, the main agenda was to create an opportunity for him and Camille to meet. Even if Cupid was willing,

half a day, skimming project proposals, delving into the 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 aching back.

“Ugh, I’m beat.”

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

second thoughts before you’ve even

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 of tasks will await

Ha, that word doesn’t exist in Evadne’s

“Just watch me. I’m not just going to do 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, results shining

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

your father aren’t on the best terms, but let’s

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 really piss Mr. Frederic Abernathy off. I couldn’t bear the thought of

let out a wry smile, ruffling