Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 503

Finally, it was over.

Camila Davis leaned back against the wall, her breath still shaky, her legs barely able to hold her up now that she was free.

Her head was spinning—literally spinning.

That kiss just now was so intense, it felt like it had sucked all the air right out of her lungs.

Even though everything had quieted down, she could still feel the lingering presence of him everywhere—his scent clinging to her skin, her lips tingling and numb…

The realization made her face flush so red, she probably looked like she’d just stepped out of a steam room.

She reached up to dab the corner of her eye and realized there were actual tears. Not from sadness—just… well, physical overload.

Oh my God…

I’m going to lose my mind.

Right then, Aaron came rushing back. He saw the door was shut and his worry kicked up to a ten. He knocked frantically.

“Ms. Davis, is everything okay in there? Are you alright?”

Camila’s voice trembled a bit, but she managed to call back, “Yeah, I’m fine! Just, uh, knocked into something…”

She gave her cheeks a little slap, trying to cool down, and after a few seconds, wobbled over to open the door.

The look on Aaron’s face when he saw her—his eyes went wide, like he’d just seen a ghost.

“Ms.—Ms. Davis, are you okay?”

He was genuinely freaked out. Who knew what had happened in those few minutes he’d been gone?

Her hair was a mess, her blouse was all askew, and there were clear signs someone had gotten a little handsy.

And her lips—bright red, looking a little swollen.

She looked exactly like someone who’d just been thoroughly kissed—or worse.

Aaron glanced at Camila, then at Dennis Williams, who was passed out on the floor, and his brain just about short-circuited.

He was starting to realize—something was seriously off with Mr. Williams.

That whole scene looked like something out of a bad romance movie!

Camila found her voice and said quickly, “I’m fine. Let’s get him off the floor before he catches a chill.”

“Uh—yeah, of course.”

Aaron didn’t dare ask any more questions. He hurried over, helped haul Dennis up, and got him settled on the sofa.

Camila followed, then turned to Aaron and asked, “Did Mr. Williams leave the house at all tonight? Eat something weird?”

“Huh?”

Aaron blinked, then shook his head. “No, he’s been home all evening. Didn’t step outside once.”

“Then how…?”

Camila frowned, clearly puzzled.

Aaron looked just as lost.

“What the…? Why is it so red and swollen?!”

Her years as a doctor told her this wasn’t just a normal infection.

It looked like something had seriously irritated the skin—angry red spreading beyond the wound.

She remembered Dennis complaining earlier that Aaron had been rough when cleaning it, and that it hurt like hell.

Hurt like hell?

Camila’s mind raced. She shot Aaron a sharp look. “The medicine you used tonight—was it the one I gave you?”

Aaron froze, then nodded, “Yes! The same one you gave me.”

“You’re sure?”

She sounded unconvinced.

Aaron hesitated, suddenly less certain. “Um… let me check.”

He hurried off to grab the first aid kit, opened it up, and rifled through the contents.

“The stuff you gave me was on the top shelf—can’t miss it…”

He popped open the box for her to see.

Camila peered inside. There were several bottles on top. She asked, “Which one did you use?”

Aaron pointed to a clear bottle. “That one, right there.”