Roses for My Mother's Grave, Divorce Papers for Your Funeral - Chapter 130: Chapter 130

Marlow could barely reconcile the distinguished, handsome man on screen with the desperate young man she remembered.
She recalled Camden sitting on a bridge wearing a threadbare hoodie, his eyes filled with uncertainty about his future after being scammed by a predatory management company.
The fact that he would risk such intense public backlash to defend her twice proved his loyalty and character.
Marlow felt she should thank him in person, so she dug out the business card he'd given her and dialed his number.
"Who is this?" Camden's deep voice carried a note of wariness.
Marlow hesitated, then replied, "It's Marlow."
A loud crash came through the line, as if he'd fallen off his chair, followed by his hurried voice: "Attorney Reeves? Why are you calling me? I thought it was another harassing call."
"You gave me your card, didn't you want me to call?" Marlow's voice was uncharacteristically gentle. "I saw your statement. Thank you. If you're free tomorrow, I'd like to take you to—"
"I'm free! Completely free!"
Before Marlow could finish, Camden had already eagerly jumped in. She couldn't help smiling as she arranged the time and place before ending the call.
The following afternoon, Marlow drove to Camden's apartment complex.
As soon as she stepped out of her car, someone blocked her path.
A teenage girl wearing a mask and cap glared at her with furious eyes.
"You're the bitch who forced Camden to make that statement!" she pointed accusingly at Marlow. "I won't let anyone use him! Stay away from him!"
As she shouted, the girl pulled out a plastic bag filled with crimson liquid and hurled it toward Marlow's face!
With nowhere to retreat, Marlow instinctively closed her eyes and turned her head. Just as the bag of pig's blood was about to hit her, a figure suddenly jumped in front, shielding her completely.
The foul-smelling liquid ran down his body, yet his porcelain-like face remained as serene as a deity, untouched by the filth around him.
"Camden, you..." Marlow froze, her pupils dilating.
Camden's first instinct wasn't to deal with the mess on himself, but to turn immediately to check on Marlow. Only after confirming she was unharmed did he relax slightly.
He turned to the girl, his tone serious. "So you're the one who's been making those harassing calls, stealing my deliveries, and planting tracking devices on my car."
The girl widened her eyes innocently and rushed forward to embrace him. "Camden, I just love you so much. I can't live without you..."
"Enough!" Camden pushed her away firmly. "I've overlooked your stalking until now, but attacking her crosses a line I cannot tolerate."
He called the police on the spot and had security escort the girl away.
As she was being dragged off, the girl's face contorted with disbelief. "Why? Why are you so good to her?! Camden, I hate you!"
Her screams faded into the distance as Marlow looked at Camden with concern. "I'm sorry you got filthy because of me."
Camden shook his head—it was his obsessive fan who had caused trouble, if anyone was to blame, it was him for involving Marlow.
He glanced ruefully at his soiled clothes. "I'll need to go upstairs and change. It might take a little while."
Marlow smiled, the image of Camden decisively shielding her still fresh in her mind.
Her voice softened unconsciously. "It's fine. I'll wait for you."
Something about her response made Camden's cheeks suddenly flush crimson.
He led Marlow upstairs to his apartment, inviting her to rest in the living room while he went to shower.
Marlow examined the living room—it was immaculately clean, with sunlight streaming onto a tall bookcase where every volume was perfectly aligned.
Looking at the shelves, she was surprised to discover Camden owned quite a collection of law books.
Before she could ponder this, Camden's voice called from the bathroom: "Marlow, I forgot my towel. Could you bring it to me?"
There was indeed a towel in the corner of the sofa. Marlow picked it up and approached the bathroom, gently knocking on the door.
"Should I leave it on the sink?" Before she could finish, the shower door opened slightly, releasing a cloud of steam as Camden partially emerged.
Droplets of water fell from his chiseled jawline onto his shoulder, then traced the defined contours of his chest muscles before flowing down to his taut abdomen...
Marlow's gaze drifted lower, and she unconsciously swallowed, her heart racing as she cleared her throat awkwardly.
Suddenly, she heard Camden's low chuckle.
Looking up, she found herself caught in the depths of his ocean-like eyes.
Camden smiled playfully. "Your ears are very red, Marlow."
Flustered, Marlow threw the towel at his face and quickly exited the bathroom.
Several minutes later when Camden emerged, Marlow's ears were still pink. She hastily changed the subject: "You have many law books on your shelf. Are you interested in law?"
Camden laughed softly, shaking his head. "I'm not interested in law."
"No? Then why—" Marlow stopped mid-sentence.
Camden slowly approached and crouched before her, looking up at her with complete devotion in his posture.
His face—one that made countless fans scream in adoration—was indeed extraordinarily handsome, especially his expressive eyes filled with tender affection that completely enveloped Marlow.
"I'm not interested in law. I just wanted to be closer to the person I care about."
Camden's voice was smooth and gentle like water flowing over stones, instantly sending ripples through Marlow's heart.
She tensed her fingers, feeling heat rise up her back as Camden maintained his gaze while gradually leaning closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper: "The truth is, I've always..."