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?”