My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 304 Camille let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers playing with the edge of her sleeve.

He wants a relationship.

I dont.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, surprised.

Really? A moment ago, you were passionately ranting about Elijah being heartless.

Now, youre pulling the same move! I know.

Im a hypocrite, Camille admitted with a half-smile, entirely unashamed.

Her pout returned as she leaned back into the couch.

The truth is, my familys already climbing the social ladder by associating with the Murray family.

If Albin and I were to actually date, I can already see how my parents would react.

Theyd practically roll out the red carpet for him and expect me to play the perfect little hostess.

Her voice hardened, her fingers tightening into fists.

Ive been rebelling against my familys control since high school.

I fought so hard to make my own choices, to keep my relationships mine and mine alonenot tools for their ambitions.

If, after all that effort, I still end up right back where I started, then what was the point of everything Ive done? Camille continued, her tone softening.

Its better this way.

Rather than risking a messy fallout later, Id rather enjoy what we have while it lasts.

That way, years from now, I can look back on him fondlynot as someone I hurt or someone who hurt me.

Elizabeth hesitated, choosing her words carefully.

But… what if it doesnt end the way youre imagining? What if things actually turn out better than you expect? Isnt this a bit too pessimistic? Camille shook her head, firm and resolute.

Im not willing to gamble on that.

I still have clarity,

if we were to take the next step, Id

like a runaway horseonce it

admired her honesty, though it was tinged

think about all this? Oh, he probably thinks Im a

into

Its funny, really.

was my first sexual experience, but if thats what he wants to

last thing I need is for Albin to feel

I dont need that.

chastity define a womans worth in this modern age? Meanwhile, at a villa in Fayedge Hot Spring… Daxton lounged on the

casually on his right knee, and one arm draped lazily over the

he spun a small pistol, the

feet

on the marble floor, his body

down his round

didnt look at him, his gaze fixed on the gun

voice was calm

make myself clear the last time we spoke? Terror widened

and he scrambled

M-Mr.

wasnt my idea! My

so they

else would show up

James mid-sentence.

understanding, liking someone equates to drugging them? he said

look that desperate to

his voice

care of those fools

Please, Mr.

didnt respond, instead, he toyed

Mr.

to

and slapped himself hard across the

his indifference more terrifying than any

Panicked, Mr.

himself