Chapter 347

Camila Harrington hurriedly pulled her clothes back together, her brows tightly furrowed. She finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and snapped, “Prescott Ellington, what exactly is your problem? You can’t go five minutes without messing with me, can you?” Frustration burned in her chest. She felt stifled, like something heavy had parked itself squarely in her heart. If he even cared about her in the slightest, he wouldn’t keep crossing the line like this. Camila bit her lip, her eyes glossy with unshed tears, face locked in place as she stood frozen. Prescott frowned just as deeply. Her accusation—completely out of the blue—rubbed him the wrong way. He parted his lips to retort, but when he glanced over and saw her standing there, looking so hurt and helpless, his words stalled in his throat. His lips pressed into a thin, grim line. “Sir, Miss Harrington, you should head inside. The little one’s sick—she shouldn’t be out in the sun too long…” Beckett Fraser couldn’t ignore the growing t