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

bittersweet ache spread through her chest.

and that if she let him go now, she might lose her chance for good.

family’s broken past and her own glossy exterior hiding a numb

He

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

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

as good

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

softened, his long lashes casting

took off the gold badge he’d worn for

this game, give it back to

badge in her palm shining like a morning star.

felt as refreshed as if they’d just enjoyed a hot shower. But the tension of the past days had

got into the car, Thaddeus‘ phone

of the caller ID–Jareth–and a knot of anxiety tightened in her chest.

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as he answered. “Jareth, what’s

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 really worried she’s going to make herself sick.

without a moment’s delay. From a distance, they could see Lily standing anxiously at the

and Thaddeus approached hand in hand, their faces etched

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

sent a pang through both their hearts.

even he can’t get through to her. I’m

more at Lily’s words, and she hurried into

crying, don’t cry anymore!”

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

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

Marilla’s lips quivered,

with the weight of his own resolve. “No, absolutely not,”

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 ever treat you like her daughter, nurture you, protect you? There are some people who, despite giving birth,

was a whisper, a plea.

Jareth’s retort came too sharp, too