“I… I did,” Camille answered him in a hesitant tone. She seemed reluctant to answer, but she had no choice in the matter. “I told him in person that we’re engaged and that it’s not… forced or anything like that. That we both have mutual feelings for each other.”

Christian nodded, satisfied. “That’s true in a way, don’t you think?”

Annoyance flashed in Camille’s eyes before she continued, “Besides, we just talked about our past afterwards, that’s all. We started catching up—”

“Did you find out anything interesting? Something we can use against him?”

She pursed her lips in displeasure at his choice of words.

There was no ‘we’ in...