Her lips curled into a seemingly innocent smile, thinking he was asleep, she tiptoed closer to the sofa.
As if chiseled by a sculptor, an impeccably gorgeous face, matched by a desirable figure, appealing appearance, impressive family background and formidable influence—all these features made this man in front of her a paragon of the world, which utterly enraptured Camila Walker.
Since she was a child, she had been dreaming of becoming his bride. Nowadays, her dream had finally come true.
Faintly bending over before the sofa, Camila yearned to move a bit closer, to observe more clearly the exquisitely appealing features of this man in front of her.
This exceptional man was hers; no matter the cost, she would never let any woman have him.
While enchanted by his captivating good looks, Camila slightly raised her lips, she slowly leaned down, intending to kiss Baron Stuart's sensually enticing thin lips.
