Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 641

He laid his heart bare, letting Camila Davis see every inch of it—inviting her in, letting her discover the truth for herself.

Camila’s heart was beating way too fast.

When he’d first come back to Cabinda, she was still in Harrisburg. Back then, with him gone, she’d felt this hollow ache, but she never let herself dwell on it. Instead, she’d found ways to keep busy, afraid that if she gave those thoughts too much space, she’d fall for him even harder—and end up with nothing.

What she never knew was, back in Cabinda, he’d been thinking about her too. Only, this man—he was so much more decisive than she was.

Camila’s emotions twisted inside her, bittersweet and bright all at once. The thing she was most grateful for? The man standing in front of her was someone who acted. If it had been left to her, she probably wouldn’t have been half as brave.

She couldn’t help but laugh, teasing, “You know, Mr. Williams, I think you see me through rose-colored glasses. This painting of yours? Honestly, I look better in it than I do in real life.”

Dennis Williams leaned back, totally at ease, and gave her a slow smile. “You think so? Personally, I don’t think my brush could ever do you justice. There’s always something missing…” His words left the rest hanging—implying that, to him, she was even more beautiful.

Camila hadn’t expected the sudden romantic turn. Instantly, her ears turned bright pink.

Dennis noticed, his eyes growing darker, more intense. He’d discovered Camila was so easy to make blush. Especially her ears—those were always the first to turn rosy, and honestly, he found it a little too cute for his own good.

Suddenly, Dennis had an idea. He didn’t bother resisting it. He reached out and gently pinched Camila’s earlobe, rolling it softly between his fingers.

A jolt shot through Camila, like a little spark of electricity zipping from her ear straight down her spine. She barely dared to breathe, her cheeks and ears flushing so red it looked like she could burst.

Dennis chuckled low in his throat, stealing a glance at Lillian to make sure she wasn’t watching, then leaned in closer. His voice was a low, teasing rumble in her ear. “What’s got you blushing so hard, huh? Camila, don’t tempt me. I’m not always the perfect gentleman…”

Camila’s brain was still short-circuiting when, the next second, Dennis dropped a feather-light kiss right on her ear.

The clean, crisp scent of his cologne hung between them; the warmth of his lips sent a wave of heat through her, mingling with a subtle hint of his aftershave and—God—something a little dangerous, a little wild. Camila felt like she was on fire, heat blooming up her neck.

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