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?”

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.”

felt a bittersweet ache spread through her chest.

and that if she let him go now,

her own family’s broken past and her own glossy exterior hiding a numb core, did she

just anyone. He was

to hold him back,

open, it would be

someone as

she hooked her little finger with his.

softened, his long lashes casting shadows.

her. But then, he took off the gold badge he’d worn for nearly a decade and placed it in her

game, give it back

the badge in her palm shining

and Thaddeus, having won their battle, felt as refreshed as if they’d just enjoyed a hot shower. But the tension of the past days had left them both exhausted, and they longed

got into the car, Thaddeus‘

caller ID–Jareth–and a knot of anxiety tightened in her chest. “Thaddeus, pick up, it must be

1/3

brow furrowed as he answered. “Jareth,

can’t calm her down, and I’m really

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

where’s Jareth?” Evadne and Thaddeus approached

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

“illness” sent a pang through both their hearts.

else, but now even he can’t

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

crying, don’t

clenched tight, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed breathlessly.

where she had inadvertently scratched him in her distress. “Just stop crying, anything you

to see Mom.” Marilla’s lips quivered,

a fiery intensity as he struggled with the weight

Marilla wept, her voice 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, have no right to the title

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

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