His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 590

Chapter 590 

In fact, the flowers were a well–thought–out gesture from Camille. 

She had a hunch that victory was in the bag. With Arnold on the case, it was a sure bet. 

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After sending the flowers anonymously, Camille slipped away quietly, making a beeline for the parking lot. 

Her long lashes fluttered gently, and her heart trembled just the same. 

She mused over Arnold in the courtroom, dressed in a sharp, tailored black suit, exuding charisma and passion as he delivered his arguments with gusto. His handsome features, as striking as a movie star’s, seemed to carve the truth out of the criminals, revealing their sordid nature. Her cheeks flushed with a rosy warmth, and her heart raced uncontrollably. 

“You could at least say ‘hello‘ before you leave, Ms. Camille,” a familiar voice called from behind, melodious and captivating. 

Camille stopped dead in her tracks, took a deep breath, and slowly turned around. 

Arnold stood there, still in his prosecutor’s attire, his posture as straight as an oak, taking long strides toward her. “Also, perhaps you’d like to tell me what those flowers you sent meant.” 

Camille steadied herself and met his intense gaze. “Sunshine lilies, they symbolize victory.” 

“I thought they meant that you have a thing for me,” Arnold said with a tilt of his head, leaning in slightly. 

Camille’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes twinkling. “Prosecutor Arnold, you do have a sense of humor.” 

“Do I?” 

Arnold’s breath hitched, his gaze searching hers, “Or is it yet another misunderstanding you’ve led me into? First a k*ss, now flowers, what next? I’m rather intrigued.” 

“There won’t be a next time,” Camille said, a surge of restlessness rising within her, turning to leave. 

Arnold swiftly pinned her against the wall, his muscular arms tensing, making his suit stretch tight. “Ms. Camille, what is this? Playing me? You think this is funny?” 

His words were as blunt as a bachelor’s, unseasoned by the games of love and romance. 

Camille laughed, her eyes glistening. “What’s the matter, Prosecutor Arnold? Can’t take a little game?” 

His competitive spirit flared. “I haven’t even begun to play. How do you know I can’t take it? Ms. Camille, last time you said you wouldn’t mind playing a game of feelings with me. I am a man who thrives on the thrill of the chase. If you don’t want to get serious, I can play this game as long as it takes.” 

Camille felt a bittersweet ache spread through her chest. 

She knew Arnold was a good man, and that if she let him go now, she might lose her chance for good. 

But with her own family’s broken past and her own glossy exterior hiding a numb core, did she really as him? 

This wasn’t just anyone. He was Evadne’s own brother. 

She wasn’t fit for love, didn’t want to hold him back, yet she truly…. 

“Prosecutor Arnold, with everything out in the open, it would be rude not to accept your challenge.” 

eserve someone as good 

Camille swept away the shadows in her heart, her smile returning as she hooked her little finger with his. “Just a game, no feelings involved. Pinky promise.” 

Arnold’s gaze softened, his long lashes casting shadows. 

Her lips parted slightly, a flicker of regret passing through her. But then, he took off the gold badge he’d worn for nearly a decade and placed it in her hand. 

“When you’re done playing this game, give it back to me.” 

Camille’s eyes shimmered, the badge in her palm shining like a morning star. 

Evadne and Thaddeus, having won their battle, felt as refreshed as if they’d just enjoyed a hot shower. But the tension of the past days had left them both exhausted, and they longed to crawl into bed and sleep soundly. 

Just as they got into the car, Thaddeus‘ phone rang. 

Evadne caught a glimpse of the caller ID–Jareth–and a knot of anxiety tightened in her chest. “Thaddeus, pick up, it must be something with Marilla!” 

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Thaddeus‘ brow furrowed as he answered. “Jareth, what’s up?” 

“Thad, are you with Evadne? Can you guys come over to my place right now? Marilla’s been crying nonstop over Elspeth’s situation. I can’t calm her down, and I’m really worried she’s going to make herself sick. Please, can you come? She’s closest with Evadne, maybe she can soothe her, okay?” 

The couple rushed to Jareth’s house without a moment’s delay. From a distance, they could see Lily standing anxiously at the front door, waiting for them.- 

“Lily, how’s Marilla? And where’s Jareth?” Evadne and Thaddeus approached hand in hand, their faces etched with concern. 

Lily, usually the picture of composure, was visibly distressed. “Mr. Thaddeus, Ms. Evadne, thank goodness you’re here. Marilla is in a bad way, it seems like an illness has taken hold.” 

The term “illness” sent a pang through both their hearts. 

“Marilla used to listen to Jareth above anyone else, but now even he can’t get through to her. I’m really worried for her health.” 

Evadne’s heart ached even more at Lily’s words, and she hurried into the villa. 

“Marilla! Marilla! Please stop crying, don’t cry anymore!” 

In a corner of the living room, Marilla was curled up on the floor, her hands clenched tight, her whole b*dy shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed breathlessly. Her usually radiant face was now ashen, and her doe–like eyes swollen and nearly shut. 

Jareth knelt before her, holding her tightly, his black shirt crumpled and stained with blood from where she had inadvertently scratched him in her distress. “Just stop crying, anything you want, just name it!” 

“Mom. I want to see Mom.” Marilla’s lips quivered, her cries almost deafening. 

Jareth’s eyes blazed with a fiery intensity as he struggled with the weight of his own resolve. “No, absolutely not,” he declared firmly. 

“Why not?” Marilla wept, her voice torn with anguish. “My mother is dying, wouldn’t you even let me see her before she passes? Isn’t that the least you could do?” She pushed against the man she loved with all her might, desperation fueling her strength. “Elspeth murdered Thad’s mother. She’s a heartless killer! Why would you want to see someone like that?” Jareth’s voice was thick with emotion, unusually stern, so much so that he startled even himself. “Tell me, did she ever care for you? Did she ever treat you like her daughter, nurture you, protect you? There are some people who, despite giving birth, have no right to the title of mother!” 

“But she’s dying.” Marilla’s voice was a whisper, a plea. 

“And what of it?” Jareth’s retort came too sharp, too quick. 

Marilla stared at him in stunned silence, her eyes swelling with unshed tears, as if threatening to burst from their sockets. Jareth realized his harshness, and his hands hovered awkwardly in the air, tingling with regret. “Marilla, I didn’t mean that.” He had forgotten that, no matter the crimes Elspeth had committed, she was still Marilla’s mother. 

He was known for his cold heart and ruthless actions, frightening even to Lily, who had weathered many storms by his side. He could sever ties with things others cherished, believing if he could endure the pain, so could anyone else. 

Suddenly, Marilla screamed, pushing Jareth away as if he were a stranger and dashed towards the door.