His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 590

In fact, the flowers were a well–thought–out gesture from Camille.

She had a hunch that victory was in the bag. With Arnold on the case, it was a sure bet.

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After sending the flowers anonymously, Camille slipped away quietly, making a beeline for the parking lot.

Her long lashes fluttered gently, and her heart trembled just the same.

She mused over Arnold in the courtroom, dressed in a sharp, tailored black suit, exuding charisma and passion as he delivered his arguments with gusto. His handsome features, as striking as a movie star’s, seemed to carve the truth out of the criminals, revealing their sordid nature. Her cheeks flushed with a rosy warmth, and her heart raced uncontrollably.

“You could at least say ‘hello‘ before you leave, Ms. Camille,” a familiar voice called from behind, melodious and captivating.

Camille stopped dead in her tracks, took a deep breath, and slowly turned around.

Arnold stood there, still in his prosecutor’s attire, his posture as straight as an oak, taking long strides toward her. “Also, perhaps you’d like to tell me what those flowers you sent meant.”

Camille steadied herself and met his intense gaze. “Sunshine lilies, they symbolize victory.”

“I thought they meant that you have a thing for me,” Arnold said with a tilt of his head, leaning in slightly.

Camille’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes twinkling. “Prosecutor Arnold, you do have a sense of humor.”

“Do I?”

Arnold’s breath hitched, his gaze searching hers, “Or is it yet another misunderstanding you’ve led me into? First a kiss, now flowers, what next? I’m rather intrigued.”

“There won’t be a next time,” Camille said, a surge of restlessness rising within her, turning to leave.

Arnold swiftly pinned her against the wall, his muscular arms tensing, making his suit stretch tight. “Ms. Camille, what is this? Playing me? You think this is funny?”

His words were as blunt as a bachelor’s, unseasoned by the games of love and romance.

Camille laughed, her eyes glistening. “What’s the matter, Prosecutor Arnold? Can’t take a little game?”

to play. How do you know I can’t take it? Ms. Camille, last time you said you wouldn’t mind playing a game of feelings with me. I am a man who thrives on the thrill of the chase. If you don’t want to get serious, I can play this game as

ache spread through her chest.

and that if she let him go now,

broken past and her own glossy exterior hiding a numb core, did she

just anyone. He

wasn’t fit for love, didn’t want to hold him back,

out in the open, it would be rude not to accept

as good

returning as she hooked her

his long

slightly, a flicker of regret passing through her. But then, he took off the gold badge he’d worn for nearly a decade and placed it in her

this game, give it back

eyes shimmered, the badge in her palm shining like

if they’d just enjoyed a hot shower. But the tension

the car, Thaddeus‘ phone

tightened in her chest. “Thaddeus, pick up, it must be something with

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as he

Can you guys come over to my place right now? Marilla’s been crying nonstop over Elspeth’s situation. I can’t calm her down, and I’m really worried she’s going to make herself sick. Please, can you

moment’s delay. From a distance, they could see Lily standing anxiously at the front

Evadne and Thaddeus approached hand in hand, their

thank goodness you’re here. Marilla is in a bad way, it seems like an illness has

“illness” sent a pang through both their

even he can’t get through

at Lily’s words, and she hurried into

Please stop crying, don’t cry anymore!”

clenched tight, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed breathlessly. Her usually radiant face was now ashen, and

tightly, his black shirt crumpled and stained with blood from where she had inadvertently scratched him in her distress. “Just stop crying, anything you want, just

Marilla’s lips

fiery intensity as he struggled with the weight of his own resolve. “No, absolutely

Marilla wept, her voice torn with anguish. “My mother is dying, wouldn’t you even let me see her before she passes? Isn’t that the least you could do?” She pushed against the man she loved with all her might, desperation fueling her strength. “Elspeth murdered Thad’s mother. She’s a heartless killer! Why would you want to see someone like that?” Jareth’s voice was thick with emotion, unusually stern, so much so that he startled even himself. “Tell me, did she ever care for you? Did she

dying.” Marilla’s voice was

it?” Jareth’s retort came