Chapter One hundred-Seventeen

Alexander moved swiftly through the walk-in closet, packing clothes and essential items into a small traveling box.

Camilla trailed after him, her steps fraught with worry, every movement echoing her growing unease.

"I'm going with you," She declared, her voice firm and unwavering.

Alexander paused, his hand still clutching a stack of shirts. He slowly turned to face her, his expression resolute. "No," he replied with equal determination.

Camilla frowned deeply, her brows knitting together as she retorted, "What do you mean, no?... I'm coming with you." Her voice held a stronger resolve than before, emphasizing her determination.

Alexander shook his head, his hands now gripping the edges of the open box.

He spoke with a hint of frustration in his voice, "No... I can't have you follow me, especially when the outcome is as unpredictable as it is. You're safer here in Paris."

Camilla stood her ground, her gaze unwavering as she repeated herself, her voice firm, "I'm going with you."

Alex