Chapter 162

Prescott turned slightly and gave Camila a gentle look. "Camila, relax. This kind of event's really not that intimidating-just think of it like a casual night out. Hungry? Want me to grab you something sweet later?" "With you here? I'm totally fine." Camila tightened her grip on his arm, tilting her pretty face up with a bright smile. Her clear eyes curved into half-moons, shimmering like the night sky. "I wasn't feeling hungry, but now that you mention it... maybe a little," she said, a little embarrassed, sticking out the tip of her tongue. That playful gesture-something she'd never pulled in front of Prescott before-completely caught him off guard. His gaze darkened slightly, tension rising in his body. If it weren't for Prince Andrés-the host who had just come out to welcome them-standing right beside them, Prescott might've pulled her in and kissed her right then and there. This silly girl was always unknowingly tempting him. Tempting him to the point where it was almost painful.