The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 2045 Cameron‘s smile faded. 

Nollace did not stay to hear her answer. He picked his jacket up and left. He was certain that the answer was only going to be yes. 

Cameron waited until he disappeared into the door to lean against her chair, her mood pensive and thoughtful. A woman approached her from the side and informed her, “Mr. Cameron? Ms. Serrano invited you on a date in a restaurant.” A smile shadowed Cameron‘s lips. “And she couldn‘t even wait.” 

The venue was devoid of other patrons. Clearly, Florence had the whole establishment cleared out just for her. Now, her bodyguards stood outside like a row of samurais. 

Cameron brought two women with her. She found Florence refining her make–up from her seat, her eyes staring at a compact mirror. “Ah, Cameron! You kept me waiting for a little too long.” The cap on her lipstick clicked. She looked up and flashed Cameron her most seductive smile. 

Cameron pulled a chair out, sat, and chortled. “That‘s your winning make–up? You wouldn‘t be out of place if you stood outside a brothel! It doesn‘t look good on you at all, Ms. Serrano.” 

b*stard suggest something like this!? She took a deep breath and made sure her smile did not falter. “Look, Cameron. We‘re gonna be married very soon, aren‘t we?

“I think I‘ll be getting nightmares every night if my wife looks like you.”

Florence. Rage flickered in her eyes, but her father‘s order compelled her to suppress the mutiny. She gnashed her teeth and forced a smile. “Listen, Cameron. The fact that I‘m willing to marry you means I think you‘re worth it! Unless... Dare I say it? Unless you‘re impotent.” Cameron‘s outward indifference made Florence break out a self–satisfied laugh. “Oops, did I just get it right on the first try? Tsk, tsk. How old are

upset. “Please watch

Cameron laced her fingers together and set them on the table. “And? How are you so sure about me never seeing anyone? Why would I ever tell you?” Florence was quiet. She had indeed never gone out of her way to gather information on his love life, but that was only because he was so infuriatingly irritating. The enmity was mutual, too, so why should she waste time giving a sh*t about his love

feel nothing about a woman as seductive and alluring as Florence? Was there something even

Maybe I have made a mistake, after all,” she

latter stared at it but said nothing. Florence raised her own cup. “You wouldn‘t mind a toast,

content. A smile crept onto her lips–a smile that did not reach