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?”

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

bittersweet ache spread through her chest.

good man, and that if she let him go now, she might lose her

broken past and her own glossy exterior hiding a

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

didn’t want to hold him

with everything out in the open, it

as good

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

long

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

this game, give it back

badge in her palm shining like a morning star.

a hot shower. But the tension of the past days

the car, Thaddeus‘ phone rang.

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

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brow furrowed as he answered.

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

without a moment’s delay. From a distance, they could see Lily

And where’s Jareth?” Evadne and Thaddeus approached hand in hand, their faces etched with

thank goodness you’re here. Marilla is in

pang through both their

else, but now even he can’t get through to her. I’m really worried for her

heart ached even more at Lily’s words, and she hurried into the villa.

Marilla! Please stop crying, don’t cry

on the floor, her hands clenched tight, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed breathlessly. Her

stained with blood from where she had inadvertently scratched him in her distress. “Just stop

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

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

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

was a whisper,

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

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