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?”

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. 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 long as it takes.”

bittersweet ache spread through her

that if she let him go now, she might

and her own glossy exterior hiding a numb core, did she really as him?

just anyone. He was

love, didn’t want to

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

someone as good

in her heart, her smile returning as she hooked her little finger with his. “Just a game, no feelings

softened, his long lashes

her. But then, he took off the gold badge

this game, give

in her palm

they’d just enjoyed a hot shower. But the tension of the past days

as they got into the

knot of anxiety tightened in her chest. “Thaddeus, pick up, it must be

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he answered. “Jareth, what’s

are you with 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

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

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

was visibly distressed. “Mr. Thaddeus, Ms. Evadne, thank goodness you’re

pang

he can’t get through to

at Lily’s words, and she hurried

crying, don’t cry anymore!”

body shaking uncontrollably

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

want to see Mom.” Marilla’s lips

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

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 ever treat you like her daughter, nurture you, protect you? There are some people who, despite giving birth, have no right to the

was a whisper,

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

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