Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 590

Maybe Dennis Williams felt the same way.

But…

The difference between them was obvious.

Even though she was here now, in Cabinda, and the distance between them wasn’t as vast as before, other problems still stood in their way.

Could they really work out?

Camila Davis wasn’t sure. Not at all.

With all these thoughts swirling in her mind, they finally arrived at the restaurant.

Dennis had made a reservation at one of the most sought-after private kitchens in Cabinda. The place was famously hard to book—a real local legend, only serving ten tables a night.

The restaurant had a warm, cozy vibe. Its vintage décor, tucked among whispering pines, gave it the air of a hidden gem. Walking up the winding stone path, the scent of fresh pine needles drifted on the breeze, and Camila felt like she’d stepped into a secret woodland retreat.

Dinner was lavish, everything from slow-roasted beef with rosemary to homemade apple pie and fresh garden salads.

For a while, Camila let herself forget her worries and just enjoyed the meal.

When they finished, Sarah Brown didn’t linger. She said her goodbyes and left early.

Dennis personally offered to drive Camila and Lillian home.

Camila had assumed the institute would put her up somewhere near old Mr. Williams’ place.

But to her surprise, their new home was in a quiet, upscale neighborhood on the outskirts of town—a leafy suburb lined with stately houses.

The layout actually reminded her a bit of the old Williams estate, but the style was more contemporary—sleek, modern, and flooded with light. It looked like something out of an Architectural Digest spread.

Camila took one look and gasped. “Wait… is this really for the newbies? No way! This is way too fancy!”

She couldn’t believe her eyes.

Aaron, overhearing her, quickly explained, “No, the institute did approve a place for you, but since Lillian needs to go to school, Mr. Williams stepped in and arranged this.”

Dennis chimed in, “It’s only about a ten-minute drive to the institute. There’s a great school nearby for Lillian.”

Camila was even more taken aback. “Wait… don’t tell me this house is yours?”

Dennis grinned. “This whole development was built by The Williams Group. When it opened, a few houses were left in my name. Since you’re here with Susan, I’ve arranged for a housekeeper to come by every day and help out. And there’s a driver assigned to you—I’ll text you his number later, just call if you need anything.”

When the tour was over, Susan took Lillian upstairs for a bath and to unpack.

Soon, only Dennis and Camila were left in the backyard, surrounded by the hush of the night. The moonlight spilled over Dennis, softening his usual cool, reserved air.

Finally, Camila had a moment alone with him.

She looked up at him, sincere. “Thank you. You really went above and beyond. But… Lillian and I can’t stay here for free. I’ll make sure to pay you rent, okay?”

Dennis gave her an amused look. “Oh? Do you think I set this up just to collect rent from you?”

Camila shook her head. “No, but… even family needs to keep things clear. I shouldn’t take advantage of you.”

After her last marriage, she’d learned to keep things fair and square. Even now, she wanted things to be equal. Not taking his money was her way of drawing a line—she didn’t want anyone to say she was after his wealth.

Dennis seemed to understand. He laughed softly. “Alright then. But I don’t need your money. I’ll accept rent—just not in cash.”

Camila blinked, surprised. “Then… what do you want?”

He met her gaze, his eyes suddenly darker, warmer. “What I want is worth more than money. But don’t worry—you’re the only one who can give it to me.”