C44 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
