Chapter 573

The word “responsible” struck a chord in Camille’s heart, sending a tremor through her resolve.

Still, she steeled herself and gave him a shove, breaking free from his embrace.

“Relax, I’m not that delicate, and it’s not like it was my first kiss. No need to act like it’s some kind of a big deal,” she said with a casual flick of her smooth hair, brushing off the moment.

“Prosecutor Arnold, you are quite the looker, sure, but I’ve always had a thing for the bad boys. The squeaky–clean knights in shining armor? Not really my type.”

Bad boys?

Like Jareth and Elvis with their devil–may–care attitudes?

Jareth was already off the market, but Elvis, the notorious bachelor, was still available. And with the party heating up like a college mixer, with the men and women getting cozy, even he was feeling the pull. Could she possibly be interested in Elvis?

irrational jealousy surged through Arnold. “Maybe it’s time you

it at his words, her lips pressing downward in an effort to

smile, playing the enchantress toying with mortal hearts. “But Prosecutor Arnold, are you up for

rushed back to her friend Evadne, giving her a quick rundown before claiming a work emergency had come up and her assistant was there to

worried about her bestie and curious about what had transpired

the living room, Arnold sat brooding on the sofa, nursing a cup of strong coffee served by Alva to sober him

happened? Did you bully Camille?” Evadne charged in, ready to defend her friend’s

kissed her,” Arnold confessed, deciding to come clean. Maybe his little sister could offer

“Goodness!”

bowl smacked him on the forehead. Evadne was furious, hurling grapes at him as her cheeks flushed with anger. “No wonder

Arnold ignored the fruity onslaught and even popped one into

Get handsy with her? Are you the well–known prosecutor or the well–known thug? After a couple of drinks, you’re suddenly so

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