"You—"
Arlo stared at Camilla, a chill creeping up from his heels.
"Aren't you afraid Fanny will find out how you're treating me?"
His voice was hoarse, trembling slightly as if struggling to suppress his fear.
"You know she loves me.
If she discovers what you've done, she'll never forgive you."
Never in his wildest dreams had Arlo imagined this woman could be so ruthless.
Now, fear has truly taken hold of him.
He had to find a way to make Camilla back off.
"She loves you?
Ha."
Camilla's beautiful eyes narrowed, her gaze icy.
"Is that your excuse for deceiving and hurting her without remorse?"
Even now, he was still trying to use Fanny as a shield.
Disgusting.
"She fell for me on her own—she chose to give everything to me," Arlo stammered, sensing the murderous aura thickening around Camilla.
Desperate, he scrambled to distance himself from blame, his mind racing for excuses.
"Besides, I didn't actually lie to her about any "Good.
Very good."
