Chapter 60

How could he even ask something like that? Did Prescott seriously forget how he yelled at her in the hospital just a few days ago, like she meant nothing? Out of nowhere, Camila's eyes welled up with tears, that buried frustration crashing over her all at once. "What's wrong?" Prescott frowned a little, reaching out to hold her face gently with his long fingers. That suffocating feeling in his chest came back-he hated seeing her cry in front of him. Those eyes of hers were supposed to look at him with a smile, soft and full of warmth. The moment his hand touched her, Camila shoved him away fast and hard. Her lips were tightly bitten, eyes filled with mist, but burning with humiliation and fury. "Prescott, what do you think I am to you?" She wasn't just some toy he could yell at and ignore-she didn't even get to explain herself that day. She had barely managed to calm herself down, and now here he was, acting like nothing ever happened. Not a single apology, no guilt, and still flirting