Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 505

As Aaron spoke, he actually grabbed the flower vase from the nearby table and tried to shove it into Camila Davis’s hands.

Camila, whose emotions were already all over the place, couldn’t help but chuckle at how ridiculous Aaron was getting.

There was no way she’d actually hit anyone. She quickly set the vase back down and tried to reassure him, “Alright, alright, look, things might have gotten a little messy tonight, but nobody’s dying on my watch. I’m not about to add ‘murder’ to my résumé.”

“As for what you said,” she continued, “don’t worry. I’m not holding any grudges against him. I’m a doctor, remember? I know better than anyone what he’s going through. What would be the point of picking a fight with someone who wasn’t even aware of what they were doing?”

That kiss had definitely caught her off guard, though.

But deep down, Camila knew she didn’t actually mind. She just felt confused and a little scared by her own reaction—like she’d lost control of a situation she’d thought was buttoned up tight. Suddenly, everything was off track, and she didn’t know how to handle it.

At that moment, she just wanted to crawl into her shell like a snail, hide away, and not think about anything she’d rather ignore. That was all.

But after Aaron’s frantic antics, her embarrassment and urge to run away had pretty much evaporated. She forced herself to calm down and started thinking about what tomorrow would bring.

There was a good chance Dennis Williams would wake up in the morning and not remember a thing about tonight. If he never brought it up, then she wouldn’t have to worry, right?

She turned to Aaron and reminded him, “When he wakes up tomorrow, if he doesn’t remember what happened tonight, you don’t say a word. Got it? Just pretend none of this ever happened. That way, you get to keep your head on your shoulders.”

She paused, giving him a look. “Because even if I let you off easy, there’s no guarantee Dennis will. You get what I’m saying?”

Aaron nodded so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. “Got it! Whatever you say, Dr. Davis!”

There was no way he was telling Mr. Williams the truth. Not unless he had a death wish.

Seeing that Aaron agreed, Camila finally felt a little relief. “Good. I’m heading home. You take care of him, alright?”

Aaron practically escorted her out with the reverence of someone walking the Queen to her carriage, a silent tear of gratitude glistening in his mind’s eye.

Dr. Davis was a saint. Honestly, from now on, he’d only ever recognize her as Mrs. Williams. If anyone else tried to get close to Mr. Williams, over his dead body!

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Camila left Dennis’s house but couldn’t bring herself to go straight home. Her skin bruised so easily—even the slightest bump turned her pink. After the rough night she’d had with Dennis, her lips still stung, and she was pretty sure the marks on her skin would take ages to fade.

If she went home now, she was afraid her uncle—the man who’d raised her—would notice something was up.

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