CHAPTER 782. PRINCESS BY DAY. THREE MONTHS

There wasn’t much left to say. That was the absolute truth, and as Jhon Hopkins left as politely as he could, Cameron remained there, sitting at the bar, staring at the bottle and glass, knowing that the man who had just walked out was completely right.

He understood. That was the worst part—Cameron understood. What father in his right mind would want his daughter involved in any way with a former convict? Having him as an employee was one thing, but having him as her partner was something entirely different.

With a pained grunt, Cameron got up from the chair—his painkiller was wearing off, and that damn broken rib was starting to ache like hell. He took a shower as best he could, and when he wiped the mirror clear of steam, he realized that thought had never really left him.

"We’ve always known we’re not right for her," he told his reflection. That was exactly why he had fought against it for so long. "No matter what she is at night, by day,