Esmond's POV
Camellia hung up on me, but I wasn't angry. At least she agreed to see me.
I parked the black Cayenne near NovaStar Pharmaceuticals, got out, and straightened my gray suit—the one Camellia used to love seeing me in.
Passersby glanced my way, but my attention was fixed on the entrance of NovaStar.
Before long, Camellia walked out.
She approached me quickly, her expression neutral. "Where are the clothes?"
She stopped three steps away. The broken mate bond made my wolf restless.
Her lashes fluttered slightly, making the handprint on her cheekbone even more noticeable. My hand instinctively reached out to touch her face.
Caught off guard, Camellia didn't react until my dry, warm palm cupped her cheek. She jerked back immediately.
My fingers trembled slightly as I pressed
