Chapter 183

Applying ointment somehow ended up turning into a full-blown make-out session again. Camila sighed, clearly fed up. "Prescott, how about we sleep in separate rooms for a few days? Just for some space, alright?" She was seriously worn out. "No way." Prescott glanced down at her. And just like that, his eyes darkened with intensity again. To him, Camila was like opium-addictive and impossible to give up. "No more talk about splitting rooms. I won't touch you tonight, just try to get some proper rest." "Okay..." Camila mumbled, utterly drained. Prescott gently laid her onto the bed, stood there watching her soft sleeping face for a while before finally leaving the room. Paul had just rushed back and was heading into the estate. He'd gotten a call earlier from Beckett saying Prescott had an allergic reaction to pollen, which led to some nasty complications. Paul had dropped everything and sped back in a panic. Sure, Beckett had called to say things were under control, but Paul had to see i