"Camilla"
Antonio forced a strained smile as he looked at the wineglass Camilla had raised toward him.
"I know you're just joking."
The moment he returned to the country, he immediately sent people to investigate.
No one had heard even a whisper about her being married.
Besides, whether it was their first meeting or now, he had never seen her wear a wedding ring.
So, this had to be a joke.
Antonio reassured himself inwardly.
Except—for him, this was no laughing matter.
"Joking?"
Camilla's crimson lips curved slightly as she let out a light, mocking laugh.
"Senior, no one jokes about something like this."
She brought the wineglass to her lips and took a delicate sip.
"My marriage is blissful, my life is happy—you should hurry up and find someone too."
Antonio's mind was instantly thrown into turmoil as he stared fixedly at Camilla.
The gentle, refined smile on his face faltered and disappeared.
