Chapter 73

His lips pressed gently against hers, soft and lingering, coaxing rather than demanding. Camila's breath quickened, her arms almost instinctively wrapping around Prescott's neck. She didn't just sit still this time-she moved with him, their lips intertwining and parting in perfect sync. It was a long moment before he let her go, his deep eyes darkened with something unreadable. "Don't tease me like that again, Camila. That was your punishment." Gasping for air, her eyes a bit glassy, Camila looked up at him and said softly, "I won't." From this moment, she had made up her mind-to trust him. Prescott, please don't let me down. ***** "Prescott, you're here! Come in quickly." Beatrice was lounging on the couch with a book when she caught sight of Camila walking in shoulder to shoulder with Prescott. She closed the book and stood up to greet them. "Hello, ma'am." Prescott gave her a faint, polite smile. The earlier tension in his expression had vanished, replaced by his usual elegant poise