Chapter 717

Camilla struggled hard in Desmond's arms, but he just let her squirm like a slippery fish until he carried her downstairs. She yelled, "Put me down! I don't need you to look after me."

Desmond glanced around at the patients and doctors passing by. "Everyone's watching you. Aren't you worried about losing face?"

"Nope, I don't care about face anymore. Whatever," Camilla shot back.

"But we still got