Chapter 94: Chapter 95

Chapter 95

“Childish” Conner said with a chuckle, looking down at the stuffed bear in his hand.

He got up to grab a bottle of water, placed it along with the bear at her bedroom door, knocked, and said, “I’ve left some water at your door. I’m heading to my room now” He then turned off the living room lights and headed back to his bedroom.

Camila was really thirsty. She pressed her ear against the door, listening for any sounds outside. Once she heard the door close, she quietly opened her bedroom door just a crack and peeked out. It was pitch dark

Reaching out she felt her stuffed bear and a bottle of water, grabbed them, and quickly locked her door once back inside.

Sitting on the floor, leaning against the door, she twisted open the bottle and took large quips of water.

Camile couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. She lay in bed until the sky began to brighten, then got up to freshen up. She took a cab to grab some breakfast and returned to Connor’s cozy home by eight. Connor was still asleep, so she placed the breakfast on the table and knocked on his bedroom door “Mr. Connor, are you up?”

A response came from inside

Camila went to her room to finish packing her things. When she came out, Connor was already seated at the head of the table, sipping

his coffee

He glanced up at Camila and frowned slightly. “You look like you were up to no good last night.”

Camila glared at him resentfully, considering she had slept less than he had. She noticed the faint dark circles under her eyes that moming, but she hadn’t brought any makeup except for lipstick, so she was stuck with a bare face.

“Did you go out to buy breakfast?” Connor asked.

Obviously Did breakfast fly here by itself?

Camila grunted affirmatively.

Took a cab?”

Obviously! Did I walk there on my feet?‘

Camila grunted again.

“Let’s find some time, and I’ll teach you to drive,” Connor said as he ate.

“It’s alright, I’ve already made arrangements with a driving instructor,” Camila replied curtly.

“Are you upset? You can’t blame me for last night,” Connor said softly, touching his brow innocently. Cemile munching on her sandwich, puffed up with anger. “Just drop it and erase it from your mind.” Connor couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m not a robot. I can’t just delete a program and forget.”

Camila stuffed her mouth more and glared at him. She looked somewhat comical.

Connor, holding back laughter, pointed at his head and said, “Alright, alright.”

“Click, deleted. Memory deleted,” he said in a mock robotic tone.

Connor was dressed in a crisp navy blue suit and had the air of a refined gentleman engaging in uncharacteristic behavior, making Camila unable to suppress her laughter. “Childish.”

“Let’s have breakfast, Connor sighed.

After breakfast, Connor drove to the factory.

The meeting lasted from morning until three in the afternoon, with lunch hastily served in the conference room.

The driver drove smoothly, and Carnila dozed off in the seat. She woke up to find Connor’s jacket covering her. Turning her head, she saw Connor engrossed in his iPad, checking emails. He was so focused that she chose not to disturb him.

When they returned to Fairmount, the sun was setting.

After getting out of the car, Camila handed Connor his jacket. “Thanks.”

Connor looked at her and said, “Keep it on.”

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“Let’s head to the Seaview Restaurant/ he told the driver, then turned to Camila. “We’re going out to eat.”

Half an hour later, they arrived at the restaurant. Connor stepped out with long strides. Camila followed him.

Once seated, Camila quietly started to eat. She was really hungry, having barely eaten at noon.

“I’ll take you for a driving lesson after our workout tomorrow,” Congor said.