Chapter 44. That Old Man

‘What the hell is he doing?’ was the sole thought in Camille’s head at this very moment.

Christian’s touch was surprisingly gentle. The pad of his thumb rubbed against the corner of her lips, as though wiping something away.

“Are you even a lady?” he said with a tone of light disapproval. “You munched away so happily that you never even noticed these crumbs on your face. Have you not learned proper meal etiquette during your younger years?”

The words processed inside Camille’s head for a moment before she, very slowly, grabbed his hand and put it down. It was fine when they were alone or at home, but they were at a public event now, so she couldn’t treat him with the same snark she usually did. She had to be careful with her actions from now on.

“I apologize,” she gritted out, trying not to show the displeasure in her expression. “I will be more careful next time.”

Christian smirked, knowing very well why she was suddenly being passive. “Good girl,” he