"Do you not like Carson Flores, don't you want to marry him?"
Samantha Tate felt confused by Camille Rhodes; she clearly sensed that Camille Rhodes liked Carson Flores.
Just as Camille Rhodes had said, that sparkle in her eyes was something one could not easily hide!
Camille Rhodes whispered, "I like him, but liking someone doesn't necessarily mean possessing them or needing to marry them. You've been with Carson Flores for so long. Ask yourself, is he the kind of man who would be content to lock himself at home and live a nine-to-five life?"
Samantha Tate shook her head, "He has said, he is not."
"Isn't that settled then?"
Camille Rhodes giggled, "I asked to speak with you alone partly to comfort you, but also to curry favor. In the future, no matter if it's Shirley Miller or if you win and marry him, let's not make things difficult for each other. I just want to date; I haven't thought about marrying Carson Flores or stealing him from anyone... "
