Chapter 138

They sat in silence for some minutes with Camille doing a poor job of not trying to gobble him up with her eyes. It was as if she could hardly believe she was seeing the same man in front of her.

The last time they'd seen was three years ago, with Camila shoving her middle finger angrily at him while she strutted away. Their last encounter didn't end on good terms, which was why she was shocked to see him here, in the bar where she worked looking for her.

However, if there's anything she knows is that Clement Lambert does not pay courtesy visits.

“Why are you here, Clem?” She broke the silence.

“Do you want anything?” Clement asked instead, ignoring her question. “Apparently, your friend Fatima said there's something called a Thursday Special, would you like that?”

She places her palms flat on the table, leaning in. “What I want is for you to tell me what you're doing here?”

“Would you believe me if I said I missed you?” He joked and smiled.

She didn't return it. “No, I do not believe