All Chapters of His Lethal Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Present CamilleScott was recovering quickly, and he was using crutches to walk. Since Maura flew to Paris for fashion week I was taking care of him. She hated me near her fiance, but she knew she could not do anything about it because she knew I took care of him better than anyone else. Scott and I were becoming closer to each other. Scott liked me taking care of him. I could tell through his always smiling face. “So what’s in dinner today?” Scott asked while entering the kitchen. His crutches were making a strange sound as he walked over to me. “I could smell something delicious.”“Cobb salad and pot roast,” I said, chopping onions and carrots. “Mmm…” He licked his lower lip, coming even closer to me. My heart skipped a beat when he placed his hand on my waist. His sweet and spicy smell flooded my nostrils, making it harder for me to concentrate on dinner. “It looks luscious.” He grabbed my finger and licked mayonnaise sauce from my index finger. “Scott!” I scolded him and snatc

Present CamilleThe moment I opened my eyes, I saw Scott sleeping next to me. He rested one arm on my waist while the other rested under his head. He must have managed to sleep in that position somehow. He smelt so good that I could not resist curling up next to him and smelling him. Is it possible for him to smell sweet and strong at the same time? After removing his hand from my waist, I placed it back on his abdomen. I was about to leave when he opened his eyes suddenly. It caught me off guard. “Are you heading somewhere?” he asked firmly, looking straight at me. “I have to go to the bathroom,” I said, glancing at his naked chest with a hint of hesitation. What is the point of him always sleeping half-naked? “All right, go,” he said as if he had given me permission to proceed. I frowned, glaring at him hard. “Have I asked for your permission?” “No.” “What do you mean by that? Anyway, I can be anywhere, it’s none of your damn business.” “You can’t leave without my permissio

PresentCamilleScott and I were on good terms. He and I got closer without me even realizing it. It had been one month since we had lived together. Sleeping in a single bed, showering together, and eating together were common activities for us. The more time I spent with him, the more I fell in love with him. The next Sunday, Maura would be back from Paris after her shooting. Scott was sleeping soundlessly as I sat next to him. While his lips slightly parted, his naked chest rose and fell slowly. I stroked his chiseled jaw with my finger. Despite knowing I shouldn’t have let him this close, I couldn’t help but fall in love with his charm again. It was impossible for me to refuse him when he was so sweet and gentlemanly. I refused to go on a date with Conan after he called me a week ago. Suddenly, Scott grabbed my hand and kissed my palm, causing me to gasp in surprise. “Have you woken up?” he whispered, looking at me. “Yes, I haven’t been able to sleep,” I mumbled, pulling my hand

Present Camille “I don’t know.” Conan stepped forward. “I spoke to my father. He will take care of it. He is working with his team to take down those pictures and videos from the internet.” I said nothing, staring at the floor. My mind was not working. It was numb. “It’s okay, Cami...” Conan whispered before he pulled me against his chest into a tight hug. “Everything is going to be fine.” “Nothing is fine, Conan!” I growled. “And nothing will ever be fine.” “I’ll make sure the pictures are removed from the internet as soon as possible. If my dad can’t find the way, I’ll do it myself.” “I don’t deserve you,” I mumbled. “How come you are always there for me when I need him most?” My words were uttered without me realizing it. A stony expression spread across Conan’s face as I stared up at him. “I’m sorry.” “Why are you still sticking with him, Cami? What is so pleasant about him? He doesn’t fucking deserve you. It will take you a long time to realize that bastard is messing wit

PresentCamille “Ah…” I groaned when my head throbbed with a severe headache. “Here you go.” Conan gave me morphine with a glass of water. “It’ll relieve you of pain.”“Last night I drank too much.” I swallowed a pill before gulping water in one go. “Yeah and I enjoyed your slur the entire night.” He broke into a laugh. “And your dance.” “Oh my gosh!” I covered my face in embarrassment. “What did I do?” “You gave me a lap dance, baby.” “What?” I felt my cheeks turn tomato red due to shame. “Shit!” “You threw up twice on me.” I frowned. “And I changed your clothes because you didn’t leave me a choice. You were a mess yesterday.” “Oh no, Conan! What did you see?” I snapped my eyes at him and glared at him hard. “Did you see everything?” “Not everything.” He held his smile back, gazing at me from head to toe. “I’m not that pervert.”“Thanks, goddess.” I sighed in relief, examining myself. I was wearing a blue t-shirt, which was big for my size. “By the way, you look sexy in my