Xavier’s POV

“What do you think? I suddenly miss Camille. Let’s head back home…” I said to Mike leaving the window, I went to the open kitchen.

Mike had this disinclined look on his face, “Don’t you think it’s too early to start liking Camille especially when the private plate numbers are likely to be owned by her father,” Mike muttered softly but instead I smiled.

“Nothing is certain until we find something to prove it,” I said pouring a orange juice into a glass cup, “Care for a glass?” I asked Mike but he shook his head.

“No. I’m worried, what if Camille is another bait by her father?”...