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?”

spirit flared. “I haven’t even begun 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.

felt a bittersweet ache spread through her chest.

that if she let him go now, she

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

wasn’t just anyone. He was Evadne’s own

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

the open, it would be rude not to accept

someone as

her heart, her smile returning as she hooked her little finger with his. “Just a game, no feelings involved. Pinky promise.”

gaze softened, his long lashes

of regret passing through her. But then, he took off the gold badge he’d

done playing this game, give it back

shimmered, the badge in her

a hot shower. But the tension of the past days had left them both exhausted, and they longed

got into the car, Thaddeus‘

tightened in her chest. “Thaddeus, pick up,

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he answered. “Jareth,

Evadne? 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 come? She’s closest

delay. From a distance, they could see Lily

Marilla? And where’s Jareth?” Evadne and Thaddeus approached hand in

picture of composure, was visibly distressed. “Mr. Thaddeus, Ms. Evadne, thank goodness you’re here. Marilla is in a bad way, it seems like an illness has taken hold.”

pang through

Jareth above anyone else, but now even he can’t get through to her. I’m really worried for her health.”

words, and she hurried

Marilla! Please stop crying, don’t

floor, her hands clenched tight, her whole body shaking

blood from where she had inadvertently scratched him in her distress. “Just stop crying, anything you want, just name

see Mom.” Marilla’s

blazed with a fiery intensity as he struggled with the weight of his own resolve. “No, absolutely not,” he declared

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

dying.” Marilla’s voice was a whisper, a

it?” Jareth’s retort came too sharp, too

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