Chapter 313

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Camila Harrington struggled, her voice full of frustration. Under the soft lighting, her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, like someone had just brushed them with a layer of blush—it gave her a kind of mesmerizing charm. Prescott Ellington’s dark eyes gleamed with something dangerous, a desire that felt impossible to ignore. "Nope. You called me in here, Camila. You're tempting me." His voice was low and raspy, echoing through the quiet bathroom with its usual commanding tone, leaving no space to breathe. Camila glared at him, furious. "Prescott Ellington, could you be any more shameless? Put the clothes down, and get out!" She stayed still after that outburst. From past interactions with Prescott, she knew better than to stir things up further—struggling only made him more aggressive. If she kept cool, maybe he’d lose interest and back off. And honestly, if this were the Prescott she used to know, he might've really let her go. But after mo