"Camila, I remember you saying you had no plans for marriage."
Connor's voice was hoarse, and each word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat with difficulty.
Camila slightly turned her head away, not letting him see her tear-filled eyes.
"I've changed my mind," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Connor's throat felt as if it was being choked, and he was struggling for air.
"So, is your recent aloofness towards me because you were afraid your boyfriend would misunderstand our relationship?"
He tried to make his voice sound as natural as possible.
Camila held back the sourness in her nose, bit her lip, and firmly replied, "Yes."
That single word seemed to use up all her strength.
Connor gave a cold laugh, "Fine, very well..."
His gaze on Camila was chilling even in the hot weather.
He stuffed the necklace he had been clutching into his jeans pocket and walked away.
Bang—
The moment the door closed.
Camila collapsed to the floor, tears uncontrollably streaming down, heavily hitting the carpet.
She forcefully wiped her tears, slowly got up, and walked towards the dressing table, where
the necklace he had given her was.
She hurried to the dressing table, her eyes frantically scanning the surface.
There was no box and no trace of the necklace!
Her heart sank, a bad premonition sweeping over her.
She frantically searched through everything on the table, her palms sweating, her mind in chaos.
The necklace seemed to vanish into thin air!
She knelt on the floor and moved the table and chairs around, searching everywhere.
She turned the entire dressing room inside out, sparing no corner, yet still, the necklace was nowhere to be found.
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