Camilia had been feeling uneasy since the call with Jayden. She sat on a velvet chair at the side of the large, luxurious living room of the house, a glass of wine standing on a small table beside her, nearly empty as it was already below half.
Camilia wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but it was clear that she had heard a female voice address him as babe.
Of course, the first thought that came to her mind was that she was his girlfriend, but she wasn't entirely sure. She didn't know why, but something made her doubt it.
While she was contemplating it, she was also considering the fact that she wasn't officially his girlfriend yet, which didn't really give her the right to question Jayden—or maybe… feel jealous.
But she really couldn't help it.
The issue of marrying the Prince of Nortasia was also troubling her deeply, as her father had been relentless in pressuring her.
All her life, she had always lived under the forced direction of her father.
