"Camilla—"
Antonio watched Camilla's retreating figure as she walked away without hesitation.
The gentle expression on his face shattered, replaced by a chilling coldness.
His hands clenched tightly at his sides, veins bulging like grotesque earthworms beneath his skin.
Was she really denying him even the chance to confess his feelings?! "
Where is Camilla going?"
"Look at Antonio's expression—did they just have a fight?"
"Weren't they laughing and chatting just a moment ago?
Why the sudden change?
I'd love to know what they were talking about."
"Whatever it was, it's none of our business.
Let's just enjoy the drama."
Camilla's abrupt departure drew curious glances from the crowd.
People stole glances at Antonio's unreadable expression, whispering among themselves.
Even dr. Robert noticed the tension, his brow
furrowing in concern.
He thought Antonio was the perfect match in every way—that's why he'd tried to play matchmaker.
