“I’m fine,” Camille said. “Don’t worry about me. Just… keep it with you for a while, okay?”
‘Please don’t ask anything more,’ she begged.
“All right, then. If you say so.” Michael said. Thank god. “Anyway, I’m sure you must be wondering how much I know about you, especially how I managed to get your private number.”
Camille nodded, the knots in her stomach becoming tighter and tighter.
He couldn’t possibly know anything. She had to reassure herself of that.
Christian had firmly kept their relationship under wraps for now here at Penburg. He probably had something up his sleeve, just like he always did.
“I had my assistant check on your whereabouts,” Michael admitted. “Sorry about that, by the way. You must’ve wanted to lie low… but I just needed to know that you’re alive and well.”
