#Chapter16
/"Your wife is gorgeous. Congratulations!/" A red tinge blossoms on her face.
/"Thanks! So, do you like that car?/" Bash asks her, pointing at the white MacLaren.
Camila’s face lights up. /"Oh, that’s gorgeous./" She smiles at Bash.
/"Why do you like cars? Girls are supposed to like fancy clothes, diamonds, and—/"
Camila waves her hand. /"Well, I’m not like those girls,/" she says with a little emphasis on those girls.
My brow cocks.
Bash laughs, clearly, amused with her. If he’s not married, and I trust him I might push him against the car and give him helluva of a punch.
