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Chapter 572

In the dimly–lit bathroom, Arnold cleared his throat so aggressively that the whiskey he

had been nursing threatened to make a violent comeback. Amongst his siblings, he was

notoriously the lightest drinker and whiskey, in particular, was his nemesis.

Despite his efforts to expel the fiery liquid, his head spun with dizziness, and his throat

scorched as though scraped by a blade.

“Arnold, look at yourself, making a scene for nothing. She doesn’t even notice you, and

here you are, agonizing over nothing.”

He splashed his face with cold water, running his fingers through his damp hair, slicking

back the wet strands that hung over his forehead. Even in his disheveled state, his

handsome features, now pale from the ordeal, shone under the soft lighting, alluring even

at his most vulnerable.

“Jesus, I’m such an idiot.” he murmured, massaging his temples. The frustration inside him

was a stubborn knot, refusing to unravel.

As he pushed open the door to leave, he stumbled into a warm and fragrant presence just

outside.

“Ah!” Camille exclaimed, almost losing her balance in her towering stilettos.

Although slightly buzzed, Arnold’s reflexes didn’t fail him. His arm snaked around her

slender waist, pulling her close to prevent

her fall.

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Their eyes met, breaths mingling, the heat from their bodies building a silent storm of

sighs and unspoken words.

Arnold’s mind flashed back to their first kiss, born out of a desperate attempt to save a

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life, an encounter that had left him restless and longing.

Now, as he looked into her eyes, the same intense feelings surged through him, and he

found himself unwilling to let go.

“Can you let go of me now?” Camille’s voice trembled, her palm instinctively pressing

against his chest.

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“Why are you ignoring me?” Arnold’s directness, perhaps fueled by the alcohol, cut

through the air. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me, Ms. Camille? Or is your memory failing

you?”

“How could I forget?” Camille’s fingers curled slightly against his chest, trying to ground

herself. “You are Mr. Arnold Ashbourne, Evadne’s brother.”

“Then why ignore me?” he persisted.

“I was preoccupied.” Camille’s eyes darted away.

Arnold’s brows knitted together, anger flaring. “Preoccupied? You know me as well as you

know Evadne. How could you possibly be too preoccupied for me?”

“Prosecutor Arnold, it’s not like you have to greet everyone you know, right? It’s not a

crime to ignore you.”

Camille struggled within his embrace. “Let go. I need to get back.”

His gaze darkened, his hold tightening. “Acquaintances? Do acquaintances kiss each other

as we did? Ms. Camille, I think you might be misunderstanding the term.”

“Kiss? When did we…”

Before Camille could process her shock, Arnold’s lips descended on hers, deepening the

kiss with a desperation that bordered on

devouring.

“Mmm.” A soft moan escaped her, and her resistance melted away.

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Her hands flailed weakly against his chest before sliding down in defeat. In a flash of

clarity, the full memory of their past encounter came rushing back to her.

As Arnold slowly pulled away, his eyes opened to meet hers.

“Looks like you remember now,” he said with a teasing curve to his breathless voice. “Last

time, you clung to me. Now, it’s my turn. We’re even.”

Even? Had he the audacity to suggest that after forcing a kiss upon her?

Camille’s cheeks flushed with indignation, and she didn’t care that he was her mentor’s

brother. She wanted to slap him, regardless of the consequences, but her hand merely

fluttered weakly, easily caught by Arnold.

He pressed her hand to his cheek, his eyes half–closed. “Don’t be angry, think of your

health.”

A drop of water trailed down his temple, adding a sensual wetness to his striking features,

his eyes shimmering, “If you still crave my life–saving breaths, then by all means,

continue.”

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“You!” Camille’s face burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Arnold was

undeniably handsome, and even though he bore a resemblance to President Ashbourne,

he was a world apart from his brooding brother.

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Gathering her wits, Camille turned the tables, her hands climbing his broad shoulders as

she asked with a teasing lilt, “Prosecutor Arnold, you’re so concerned about me, could it

be that you like me?”

Like?

The word shone a light into Arnold’s hazy eyes. “Are you asking seriously?”

“You dare to answer?” she challenged, expecting him to back down.

In her mind, she didn’t belong in the world of the Ashbourne family, a dynasty of power

and pride. Her international fame as a designer meant nothing with a mother accused of

murder and her less–than–noble origins.

“I like you,” Arnold confessed, cutting through her tumultuous thoughts.

“Wh–what?”

“I like you. If I didn’t, would I care if you ignored me? Would I hold you, kiss you?”

Arnold’s gaze burned with an intensity that matched the pounding of his heart.

He had to admit that the alcohol had been a catalyst, but he vehemently denied that it

had the power to conjure feelings or sway his convictions. “Ms. Camille,” he said with an

earnest clarity that defied the influence of any spirits, “I am a man of integrity, not some

wayward playboy swayed by mere lust. All the signs point to one undeniable truth–I like

you. There’s no need for tests or trials; I’ve owned up to it.”

Camille was speechless.

A paragon of virtue, indeed–a prosecutor of justice.

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Even his confession was so logical, so refreshingly pure.

“Moreover, I kissed you.” Arnold’s long lashes lowered as he leaned in once more, edging

closer to her rosy lips. “I don’t care if that was your first kiss or not, but I feel that I owe it

to you to take responsibility.”

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