Chapter 167

Prescott's brows were drawn tight. He couldn't help but be a little upset-Camila still didn't believe how he felt about her. But when he looked at her pale, exhausted face, all that irritation just melted away. No matter how he tried, he couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh. He lowered his clean-shaven jaw to rest gently against her head. His deep black eyes, rare in their softness, locked onto her. "I don't love her. The only one I love is you. Camila, you're the only woman in my heart. Please, stop doubting how I feel about you. It hurts." Hearing his quiet, heartfelt words, she couldn't pretend not to be moved. Her arms wrapped tighter around him. "Prescott, promise me you won't forget me again, okay?" Camila's voice was soft, uncertain. She knew asking that was kind of pointless-Prescott's memory issues weren't something he could control. Even if he promised now, who knew what would happen later? Still, even knowing all that, she just needed to hear him say it. It was like