Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 700

He lifted his hand, gently wiping away the tear clinging to the corner of her eye.

Then, with a mix of exasperation and indulgence, he murmured, “Stupid Camila, why do you always let your mind run wild?”

“Haven’t I told you before? Just leave everything to me, okay? All you need to do is trust me.”

He paused, his eyes softening. “I never explained this before, but now you deserve to know. The moment I brought you to Cabinda, I’d already thought it all through—about the closed research, the time we might be apart... I was always planning further ahead than you realized.”

“When it came to this project, I put things in place long ago. NextGen Technologies and the institute have a deep partnership—most of their medical equipment actually comes from us. When I signed the contracts, I made sure there was a clause: NextGen Technologies can request access at any time to maintain or service the devices.”

He smiled, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. “Which means, even if you’re working in isolation, I can visit you. I could even stay inside with you if I needed to—I fought for that, for us.”

“So, you see, there’s never been any real risk of us being separated. And if you’re ever truly called in for a long-term project... I’ll probably be right there with you. Do you believe me?”

Camila stared at him, stunned, the last tear trembling on her lashes, caught between falling and staying put. She looked adorably lost.

So… had she been worrying for nothing?

Dennis caught the look of surprise on her face and couldn’t help but chuckle. “And one more thing. I’ve told you this before: being with me doesn’t mean you have to give up anything you love. Go after what you want, chase your ambitions, pursue your dreams. Don’t let family obligations hold you back because of me. Lillian and I have everything we need—there’s staff to look after us, and a doctor on call for every little sniffle. You don’t have to worry.”

She didn’t know how to express all that she was feeling. In the end, her emotions spilled over in the simplest, most instinctive way.

She reached up, wrapped her arms around Dennis’s neck, and kissed him—fiercely, hungrily, pouring every ounce of her love into that moment.

His lips were hot, the water around them just as warm, and their bodies pressed close, burning with shared desire. But nothing was hotter than the way their hearts beat in perfect sync.

The kiss was deep, lingering, and utterly consuming. She lost herself in it, overwhelmed by sensation, her body turning to liquid heat. When he pinned her gently against the edge of the pool, she felt her strength ebb away, leaving her breathless and trembling.

Her robe slipped from her shoulders, and as his lips trailed down her collarbone and across her shoulder, he left a trail of tender, passionate marks—a constellation of love, shining just for her.