They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174 We’re A Perfect Match

Giovani’s eyes flashed with a sharp, icy glint as he heard Owen’s baseless accusations. He raised his arm slightly, rearby to strike, but Camila quickly stepped in, wrapping her arms around him.

She shook her head gently, signaling Giovani to stay calm. Then, she turned to face Owen directly, a faint site of happiness gracing her lips. “If that’s what you think, then sure.”

Owen expected Camila to be speechless and maybe even guilty. But to his shock, she wore an expression that seemed to say, “You’re absolutely right–I’m exactly what you think, chasing after wealth without shame.”

Her indifference ignited a surge of anger within him, his fury flaring up like wildfire. He wanted nothing more than to grab her and shake her awake, demanding to know why she had “fallen so low.“.

But he was confined to his wheelchair, his legs gone, powerless to act. All he could do was watch as Camila clung affectionately to Giovani, flaunting their intimacy right in front of him.

Owen shook with fury, his fingers digging into the armrests of his wheelchair so hard that they seemed ready to snap. To Camila, Owen was nothing more than a clown. She felt no need to explain herself to him. He could think whatever he wanted–it didn’t matter. In her heart, Owen was irrelevant, incapable of stirring even the faintest ripple.

The more indifferent she acted, the more Owen found it unbearable.

He had grown used to being the center of her world, accustomed to her enduring hardships for his sake and sending him every penny she earned. That sense of being wholly cherished had once filled him with smug satisfaction, making him believe he was irresistible.

But now, all the love and devotion he had taken for granted were gone, ruthlessly reclaimed by Camila. Her tenderness was now reserved for another man. Owen couldn’t possibly accept this.

Suppressing the storm of anger within him, Owen forced himself to appear calm. He adopted a tone of persuasion, as if speaking out of concern. “Camila, trust me, a guy like him will never make you happy.

“You’ve never navigated the harsh realities of society. Wealthy people like him never truly value women. To them, women are nothing more than playthings.”

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over her with a hint of disdain. “Look at yourself. You’re an ex–con with a criminal record, and you’re crippled. What makes you think someone like him would genuinely care for you?

“He’s only being nice to you because he’s never toyed with someone like you before. Once the novelty wears off, he’ll toss you aside like yesterday’s trash.”

Owen’s voice softened, his eyes pretending a bit of fake affection. “We’ve been through everything together, Camila. We’re both orphans–no one else gets us like we do. You’re disabled, and I’ve lost my legs. We’re a perfect match.

“Have you forgotten all the good I’ve done for you?” He looked at her with an expression of fake sincerity. But his words were just a way to manipulate her and try to control her again by making her feel bad.

Camila let out a cold laugh, her voice dripping with mockery and disdain. “The good you’ve done for me? Oh, you mean sending me to prison and framing me for crimes I didn’t commit?

“Or it’s siding with Agnes every single time, refusing to hear my side of the story? You knew my character, yet you kept throwing dirt on my name.

“Owen, don’t even think about comparing yourself to me. I’m not some ungrateful snake like you.

“I’m a cripple, sure, but even I wouldn’t stoop so low as to look at you.” Camila’s words were sharp and unrelenting, each one cutting into Owen’s heart like a blade.

Owen’s chest tightened, his vision blurred, and his breaths came in ragged gasps. “Camila, why are you so ungrateful? I’m doing this for your sake. Anyone else, I wouldn’t even bother.”

Camila’s gaze was cold, almost pitying, as if she were looking at a pathetic clown. “If it were anyone else, they’d have slapped you by now.

“The only reason I don’t is because you’re not worth dirtying my hands over.

“Owen, I hope this is the last time we ever meet. If we cross paths again, don’t even think about talking to me. Just the thought of exchanging words with you makes my stomach turn.

“Listen up. I really, truly hate you. Even a glanc Successfully unlocked! to me.” With those cold, cutting words, Camila

turned and walked away, pulling Giovani along without

wand gland

Owen gripped the armrests of his wheelchair, his body trembling slightly as he watched Camila and Giovani’s figures fade into the distance. His heart was filled with unwillingness and frustration.

He knew he had lost Camila, but the burning possessiveness inside him refused to let go.

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Chapter 174 We’re A Perfect Match

He couldn’t accept that the girl who once worshipped him left so easily and threw herself into another maris arms.

Even if Camila had once been pregnant with someone else’s child, even if her past wasn’t spotless, he couldn’t bring himself to let her go.

Owen clenched the file folder in his hands, his teeth grinding in frustration. This folder was his key to making a comeback. He had managed to take on a divorce case, and his client was none other than a sales manager from the Campbell Group. If he could win the case and help his client seize his wife’s entire inheritance, Owen stood to earn at least 300 thousand dollars in fees and secure a powerful connection with the sales manager.

He was sure he could crush Giovani, that pretty boy by Camila’s side. “Camila, just wait. You think you can walk away from me? Think again,” he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with madness.

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Camila and Giovani walked side by side down the street, their shadows stretching long under the streetlights. Suddenly, Giovani stopped and gently placed his hands on Camila’s shoulders, turning her to face him.