Chapter 152

Camila's cheeks turned scarlet. Prescott kept clinging to her every time, and each time he ended up dashing into the bathroom for a cold shower. It happened so often that Camila actually started worrying about his health. Was she being too uptight about all this? After all, she didn't exactly feel nothing for him anymore. Maybe it wasn't necessary to be that... reserved? She wasn't really sure... Theron was muttering to himself like always. "Something's off... How come it worked without needing that? Did I mess up somewhere? No... I heard Alexander got better this way too. So the problem's not with Camila, but probably with..." "Theron, what on earth are you mumbling about?" "Nothing. Just talking to myself." Prescott reached out and grabbed Camila's hand, then shot Theron a glance. "If that's all, we'll be heading out." With that, he gently pulled Camila along and the two of them strolled out of Theron's lab. The night at the estate was quiet and peaceful, moonlight filtering through