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?”

wouldn’t mind playing a game of feelings with

ache

she let him go now, she might lose her

her own glossy

He

wasn’t fit for love, didn’t want to hold him back, yet she truly….

everything out in the open, it would be rude not to accept your challenge.”

as

shadows in her heart, her smile returning as she hooked her little finger with his.

gaze softened, his long lashes casting shadows.

a flicker of regret passing through her. But then, he took off

this game, give it back

in her palm shining

they’d just enjoyed a hot shower. But the tension of the past days had left them both exhausted, and they longed to crawl into bed and

got into the car,

glimpse of the caller ID–Jareth–and a knot of anxiety tightened in

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as he

Elspeth’s situation. I can’t calm her down, and I’m really worried she’s going to make herself sick.

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

Evadne and Thaddeus approached hand in

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.”

sent a pang through both their

to listen to Jareth above anyone else, but now even he can’t get through

ached even more at Lily’s words, and she

Marilla! Please stop crying, don’t cry anymore!”

on the floor, her hands clenched tight, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed breathlessly. Her usually radiant face was now ashen, and her doe–like eyes swollen and nearly

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

see Mom.” Marilla’s lips quivered, her cries almost

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

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

Marilla’s voice was a

it?” Jareth’s retort came too sharp,

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