#Chapter61
PYKE
INSTEAD OF GETTING ffended, I find myself smiling while Camila is in a deep frown.
/"I didn’t steal that. And just so you know, I was not proposing./" I release my arms from her, taking a seat in front of the dinner.
Her scowl deepens. /"So, all those words you’ve said were not actually true? You don’t mean it?/"
/"What do you think?/" I ask, provoking her.
She blinks, bites her bottom lip, and looks down at the miniature car in her hand.
Shit! She’s not gonna cry, isn’t she?
/"I shouldn’t have believed you, you know,/" she mutters.
/"Come here./" I gesture my hand.
She hesitates for seconds.
/"Sit, Babe./" I look up at her and hold her hands. /"I mean every word I said. I can’t live a second without you. Who would have thought I will fall in love one day? But I never regretted falling hard for you. I love you so much, Camila./"
