His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 572

In the dimly–lit bathroom, Arnold cleared his throat so aggressively that the whiskey he had been nursing threatened to make a violent comeback. Amongst his siblings, he was notoriously the lightest drinker and whiskey, in particular, was his nemesis.

Despite his efforts to expel the fiery liquid, his head spun with dizziness, and his throat scorched as though scraped by a blade.

“Arnold, look at yourself, making a scene for nothing. She doesn’t even notice you, and here you are, agonizing over nothing.”

He splashed his face with cold water, running his fingers through his damp hair, slicking back the wet strands that hung over his forehead. Even in his disheveled state, his handsome features, now pale from the ordeal, shone under the soft lighting, alluring even at his most vulnerable.

“Jesus, I’m such an idiot.” he murmured, massaging his temples. The frustration inside him was a stubborn knot, refusing to unravel.

As he pushed open the door to leave, he stumbled into a warm and fragrant presence just outside.

“Ah!” Camille exclaimed, almost losing her balance in her towering stilettos.

Although slightly buzzed, Arnold’s reflexes didn’t fail him. His arm snaked around her slender waist, pulling her close to prevent

her fall.

Their eyes met, breaths mingling, the heat from their bodies building a silent storm of sighs and unspoken words.

Arnold’s mind flashed back to their first kiss, born out of a desperate attempt to save a life, an encounter that had left him restless and longing.

Now, as he looked into her eyes, the same intense feelings surged through him, and he found himself unwilling to let go.

“Can you let go of me now?” Camille’s voice trembled, her palm instinctively pressing against his chest.

perhaps fueled by the alcohol, cut through the air. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me, Ms. Camille? Or is your memory failing

curled slightly against his chest, trying to

me?”

was preoccupied.” Camille’s eyes darted

knitted together, anger flaring. “Preoccupied? You know me as well as you know Evadne. How could

Arnold, it’s not like you have to greet everyone you know, right? It’s

struggled within his embrace. “Let go. I

“Acquaintances? Do acquaintances kiss each other as we did? Ms. Camille, I think you might be misunderstanding the

did we…”

descended on hers, deepening the kiss with a desperation that bordered on

devouring.

A soft moan escaped her,

his chest before sliding down in defeat. In a flash of clarity, the full memory of their past encounter came rushing back to

his eyes opened to meet

to his breathless voice. “Last time, you clung to me. Now, it’s my turn.

audacity to suggest that after forcing a kiss upon

cheeks flushed with indignation, and she didn’t care that he was her mentor’s brother. She wanted to slap him, regardless of the consequences, but her hand merely

his eyes half–closed.

to his striking features, his eyes shimmering, “If you still crave my life–saving breaths,

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of anger and embarrassment. Arnold was undeniably handsome, and even though he bore a resemblance to President Ashbourne, he was