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.

on beauty treatments and

Kayla was going to

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

exasperated, slowly prying her arms off him as he spoke, "Kayla, I like you too, but it's

tears instantly brimming. She couldn't 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,

you're now saying that the way you feel

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

hesitation, even feeling irritated at the mention of Felicia's

like anyone,

let out a sigh

around his neck. Before Arnold could react, she rose on her toes

"Kayla! Get down!"

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 both fell onto the bed in a tangle.

of lipstick smudged on his collar and