Chapter 187

After dinner and a half-hour stroll in the garden with Prescott, Camila went straight to the bathroom for a shower once they returned to the room. Prescott pulled out a book Paul had given him-yeah, that kind of steamy book. Last time he'd gone to Paul for some meds, Paul sneakily slipped him this so-called "must-read masterpiece," insisting he should pick up a few tips. Prescott instantly got a dark look on his face and tore into Paul with a solid scolding. But in the end, he still brought the book back, leaving Paul completely speechless. Bathed in soft yellow light, Prescott lounged on the sofa, legs crossed lazily. His long fingers flipped open the cover, just about to start reading-when a phone rang from the living room, cheerful and crisp. It was Camila's phone. Prescott frowned a little, set the book aside, got up from the sofa and grabbed the phone from the table. Camila hadn't set a lock, and the call was from an unknown number. He glanced at the screen and hit answer. "Ms. Ha