Chapter 285

Prescott Ellington suddenly grabbed her from behind, holding her tight. He was using force—anger simmering beneath the surface. His lips were pressed into a hard line as he ignored her words. With a sharp movement, he snatched her phone, didn’t even glance at it before switching it off and tossing it onto the couch. Elsewhere. On a nearly empty road, Sullivan Fletcher slammed the brakes hard. He stared at his phone, slowly lowering it with a grim expression that darkened his already sharp, angular features. He hadn’t expected Prescott Somerset, gone for over three years, to suddenly show up now—especially with Camila Harrington. At this hour? Sullivan gripped the steering wheel so tight that the knuckles on his hands were stark white. ... Camila stared at her phone lying on the couch, trembling in fury. “Prescott Ellington, you jerk! Let go of me!” She fought against him, furious with herself. Regret washed over her—she shouldn't have come here at all. Letting her guard down with this