Chapter 40

PYKE

 

 

Instead of getting offended, 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...