"Camila, I love you."
Camila Ruiz nestled in his arms, and upon hearing his heartfelt confession, she suddenly felt that her eight-year wait was worthwhile.
She said nothing, only hugged his broad waist tightly.
Outside the house, the sun blazed like fire, ten thousand rays of sunlight poured down, and waves of heat came rolling in one after another.
Yet some people felt chilled to the bone, their hearts as if being carved with a knife.
Florence Ford put down the binoculars once more and realized there were two streams of tears on her face.
She lifted her hand and fiercely wiped away the tears. No crying!
She had long known this would be the outcome!
Why should she cry anymore?
Eight years ago, she knew the person the young master loved was Camila Ruiz, she should have given up, left it behind, and accepted fate.
"Chief, what are you looking at? Holding binoculars." The young bodyguard in black suddenly appeared beside Florence Ford.
