Chapter 37

Time stopped for Camille the moment Michael McGregor walked through those doors.

And he looked more handsome than ever, if that was even possible.

He stood at an imposing height of six feet, possessing a commanding presence that seemed to fill the room. Suddenly, he no longer seemed like the mischievous, carefree boy that she knew all those years ago.

Gone was the dyed hair, replaced with a shade of light-brown that was impeccably styled, framing a chiseled face that could possibly belong to a cover model. The lighting cast shadows on his sharp cheekbones, complementing his well-defined jawline.

He was dressed in a tailored charcoal-gray suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean physique. Even from afar, his status was quite prominent, and he seemed to exude an air of timeless elegance.

Now Camille felt even more estranged from him, like the gap between their worlds had grown much wider. It occurred to her, at this moment, that this was the first time she had seen him dress a