“Of course. Personally, I don’t see the point of keeping something like this hidden. After all, it only shows one’s sincerity. It’s not easy to be so devoted to someone for fourteen whole years, you know?” Grady sighed fondly. “Ah, to be young again.”

Camille chuckled awkwardly. “Michael — I mean, Mr. McGregor just regards me as a close friend and nothing more. But I am indeed grateful that he still considers me as one of his… confidants.”

For some reason, the words just felt wrong after she said them out loud.

Camille felt a mixture of complicated emotions swirling in her stomach, and she was too afraid to decipher...