Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 107

Kayla looked like she had just stepped out of a shower, her hair still damp and the tips glistening with water. Her cheeks were flushed from the steam, and her beautiful, doe-like eyes were filled with a shy innocence, giving her an air of vulnerability. The thin, sheer gown did little to hide her figure as she glided closer to Arnold, leaving a trail of delicate, wet footprints behind her. The gown floated around her like a butterfly in the air. "Arnie..."

She bit her lip shyly, and as she lowered her head, her dark hair cascaded down, accentuating her porcelain-like skin.

Arnold's breath caught in his throat, and his dark eyes intensified.

However, when Kayla stepped forward to embrace him, he gently pushed her away and said firmly, "Stop it. Put some clothes on."

Kayla clung to him. She refused to relent, her body warm and fragrant against him. The unique scent enveloped him, and for a moment, he felt a rush of confusion.

Yet in the next second, he pushed her away again, his tone harsher than before.

"Since you're not unwell, I'm leaving."

With that, he strode toward the door. His back turned to her in cold dismissal.

Kayla was stunned.

had gone to great lengths to prepare for tonight, spending over a month on beauty treatments and

Kayla was

around his waist from behind, her voice thick with

arms off him as he spoke, "Kayla, I like you too, but it's more like the kind of affection a brother has

believe what Arnold just said. It felt as though a knife had stabbed through her heart, leaving it bleeding and raw. "Arnie, I've known you since I was eight! It's been ten years. You've given me so many gifts, taken me on trips, and stood up for

now saying that the way you feel for me

must like someone else now and don't want me! Who is it? Is it

without hesitation, even feeling irritated at the

like anyone, but

let out a sigh of relief

neck. Before Arnold could react, she rose on

"Kayla! Get down!"

attempted to pull away, but with her arms docked around him, he couldn't simply toss her aside. Neither knew who stumbled first in the struggle, and they

slightly disheveled, a hint of lipstick smudged on his collar and the corner of