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?”

flared. “I haven’t 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

bittersweet ache spread through her

she let him go now, she might lose her chance for

glossy exterior hiding a numb core, did she

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

didn’t want to hold him back, yet

it would be

someone as

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

long lashes casting

parted 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

you’re done playing this game, give it

her palm shining like

a hot shower. But the tension of the past days had left them both exhausted, and they

the

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

1/3

he answered.

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. Please, can you come? She’s closest with

From a distance, they

Evadne and Thaddeus approached hand in hand, their faces etched with

visibly distressed. “Mr. Thaddeus, Ms. Evadne, thank goodness you’re here. Marilla is in a bad

sent a pang through

to Jareth above anyone else, but now even he can’t

words, and

Please stop crying,

the living room, Marilla was curled up on the floor, her hands clenched tight, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed breathlessly. Her usually radiant face was now ashen, and her doe–like

her tightly, his black shirt crumpled and stained with blood from where she had inadvertently scratched him in her distress. “Just

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

fiery intensity as he struggled with the weight

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

dying.” Marilla’s voice was a

of it?” Jareth’s retort came too

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