Though Camilla had no idea what Sinclair was up to, she didn't press for details since he chose not to explain.
Still, she couldn't help but feel uneasy and added softly, "Be careful."
A faint smirk tugged at Sinclair's lips.
"Got it."
The moment he left, Melissa visibly relaxed, slumping back into the sofa with an envious sigh.
"Camilla, you and Sinclair are even sweeter than the romance dramas I binge-watch!"
"Sweeter?"
Camilla settled beside her, raising an amused eyebrow.
"Then why were you so tense earlier?"
"To be precise, it wasn't tension—it was straight-up fear," Melissa grumbled. "You have no idea, Camilla.
When we were kids, I could get away with annoying anyone—except Sinclair.
Crossing him always ended badly for me."
Recalling her tragic past, she let out a heavy sigh.
"It left me traumatized.
Just the sight of him makes my blood run cold." Hearing this, Camilla couldn't help but chuckle.
