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?”

of feelings with me. I am a man who thrives on the thrill of the chase. If you don’t want to

ache spread through her

and that if she let him go now,

her own family’s broken past and her own glossy

wasn’t just anyone. He was

didn’t want to hold him back, yet she

the open, it would be rude

as good

as she hooked her little finger with his. “Just a game, no

long

slightly, a flicker of regret passing through her. But then, he took off the gold badge he’d worn for nearly a decade and placed it in her

this game, give it back to me.”

badge in her palm

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

into the

anxiety tightened in her chest. “Thaddeus, pick up, it must be something with

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as he

Marilla’s been crying nonstop over Elspeth’s situation. I can’t calm her down, and I’m really worried she’s going

moment’s delay. From a distance, they could see Lily standing

Marilla? And where’s Jareth?” Evadne and Thaddeus approached hand in hand,

Ms. Evadne, thank goodness you’re here. Marilla

“illness” sent a pang through

above anyone else, but now even he can’t get

more at Lily’s words, and she hurried into the

Marilla! Please stop crying,

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

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

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

eyes blazed with a fiery intensity as he struggled with the weight of his own

to see someone like that?” Jareth’s voice was thick with emotion, unusually

Marilla’s voice was a whisper, a

Jareth’s retort came

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