Chapter 315

The next morning. The vibe at the breakfast table was surprisingly chill. Even the housekeepers, who usually walked on eggshells around Prescott Ellington, noticed he was in a noticeably good mood. From the moment he sat down, that subtle smile never left his face. His sharp, handsome features were no longer hidden behind their typical frosty exterior. Instead, his expression was gentle—almost warm. “Breakfast’s pretty good today, have some more.” He picked up his chopsticks and passed a dish to Camila Harrington. His deep black eyes fell on her face, and there was a softness there, almost indulgent. Last night’s kiss—her initiative—had him on cloud nine. Sure, it was just a kiss. But after three years apart, it was the first time she had taken any step toward him. He could still feel the softness of her lips lingering on his own, like a phantom sensation that kept playing in his head—and damn, did it stir something deep in him. Three years, and now Camila had him completely hooked aga