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?”

you know I can’t take it? Ms. Camille, last time you said you wouldn’t mind playing a game of feelings with

felt a bittersweet ache spread through her chest.

if she let him go now, she might lose her chance for good.

and her own glossy exterior hiding a numb

wasn’t just anyone. He was Evadne’s

to hold him back,

with everything out in the open, it would be rude

someone as good

the shadows in her heart, her smile returning as she hooked her

long lashes casting shadows.

took off the gold badge he’d worn for

done playing this game, give it

shimmered, the badge in her palm

just enjoyed a hot shower. But the tension of the past days

the car, Thaddeus‘ phone

knot of anxiety tightened in her chest.

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as he

with Evadne? Can 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 her,

they could see

Jareth?” Evadne and Thaddeus approached hand in hand, their faces etched with concern.

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

term “illness” sent a pang through both

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

Lily’s words, and she

crying, don’t cry

floor, her hands clenched tight, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed breathlessly. Her usually radiant face

black shirt crumpled and stained with blood from where she

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

struggled with the weight of his own resolve. “No,

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

Marilla’s voice was a whisper, a plea.

Jareth’s retort came too sharp,

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