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.

to prepare for tonight, spending over a month on beauty treatments and pouring money into ensuring she looked flawless from head to toe. And Arnold was now walking

was no way Kayla was going to let

wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her voice thick with emotion. "Arnie, I like you so much! Why don't

was exasperated, slowly prying her arms off him as he spoke, "Kayla, I like you too, but it's more like the kind of affection a brother has for his

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

way you feel for me is what a sibling

crying out, "I don't believe it! You're lying! You must like someone else now and don't want me! Who is it?

without hesitation, even feeling irritated

like anyone, but

a sigh of relief

her arms around his neck.

"Kayla! Get down!"

docked around him, he couldn't simply toss her aside. Neither knew who stumbled first in the struggle, and

lipstick smudged on his collar and the corner of his