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?”

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

ache spread through

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

glossy exterior

wasn’t just anyone. He

love, didn’t want to hold him back, yet she truly….

with everything out in the open, it would be rude

as good

her heart, her smile returning as she hooked her little finger with his. “Just

gaze softened, his long lashes

took off the

done playing this game, give

eyes shimmered, the badge in her palm

as if they’d just enjoyed a hot shower. But the tension of the past days had left them both exhausted,

the car, Thaddeus‘ phone

of anxiety tightened in her chest. “Thaddeus,

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he answered. “Jareth, what’s up?”

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. Please, can you come? She’s closest with Evadne, maybe she can soothe

From a distance, they could see Lily standing anxiously at the front door, waiting for

Thaddeus approached hand in hand, their faces

usually the picture of composure, was visibly distressed. “Mr. Thaddeus, Ms. Evadne, thank goodness you’re

pang through both

he can’t

words, and she hurried into the

stop crying,

floor, her hands clenched tight, her whole body shaking uncontrollably

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

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

a fiery intensity as he struggled with the weight of his

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

was a whisper, a plea.

Jareth’s retort came

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