A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce) novel Chapter 94

Upon hearing my question, the man looked up, and our eyes met.

As I looked into his eyes, I noticed a flash of surprise in his charming eyes.

But his surprise vanished in the blink of an eye.

Then, he smiled and said, "Are you also a fan of Camille, miss?"

I didn't answer him immediately. Instead, I glanced at his left hand—it was well-proportioned.

I responded with a question, "Are you a fan of his too?"

"You could say so," he replied nonchalantly. "But Camille would be overjoyed to know that he had such a stunning fan like yourself."

"I heard that he's used to drawing with his left hand." I didn't want to beat around the bush and stared straight at this suspicious person in front of me.

I continued, "Earlier, you also used your left hand to stop the goods from falling off the trolley too."

"And…?"

I went straight to the point. "He also has a mole around the size of a sesame seed on his purlicue, just like you do."

The man froze.

Then, he chuckled, "You're not thinking that I'm Camille, are you?"

"I think that it's possible that you are him," I answered in a serious voice.

Then, I questioned, "Are you?"

Perhaps the level of seriousness I carried with me had scared him because he finally stopped acting playful.

He replied in a solemn tone, "Miss, it's been ten years since Camille's debut. But I just turned 22 this year.

"His reputation among the concept designers far precedes him. So, this would mean that I would have started creating since I was 12. I would have to be gifted and overflowing with inspiration, wouldn't I?"

22 years old.

That was poles apart from the information that we had heard.

"Wow, so, I seem like such a talented man to you," he said.

I fixed my gaze on the young man's naive-looking eyes. Then, I said matter-of-factly, "Camille's age was never publicly specified."