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“I get her a generous gift,” Connor said.
“You’re just being stubbom.” Emily replied, her tone slightly irritated.
Jonah gently squeezed her hand, his eyes filled with adoration as he smiled and said, “Let the young ones make their own luck. Don’t tet it get to you. It’s not worth your health.”
After their chat, Connor drove back to Cedarhill Estate.
At a red light, Connor tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, his eyes clouded with confusion.
Why did everyone keep saying he had feelings for Camila? Camila was just a secretary he found particularly competent.
His heart had always belonged to another. Now, she was engaged…
He pressed play on the music player, and a familiar melody filled the car, as if she was there singing to him. The music continued, enveloping him in song as his thoughts swirled with complex emotions and a touch of regret.
The following morning, Camila arrived at Cedarhill Estate on time, where her treadmill was already set up.
They jogged on their respective machines. For some reason, Camila felt that Connor was unusually quiet today, more silent than usual.
When teaching Taekwondo moves, he only gave commands, no extra words.
Thinking he was in a bad mood, Camila didn’t complain of tiredness.
“That’s enough for today. Go freshen up,” Connor said, wiping his sweat with a clean white towel before leaving the gym, leaving Camila
alone.
Camila collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily after the grueling workout. She dragged herself into her room, amazed at how quickly David had transformed it. The room was refreshed with light pink bedding and new wallpaper.
There were also several large stuffed animals, typical male taste.
The bathroom was filled with bottles and jars of high–end toiletries and skincare products. The toiletry bag in Camila’s hand suddenly
seemed redundant.
After a refreshing st
he washed her sportswear and undergarments, then felt a twinge of embarrassment.
Drying her intimate apparel at a man’s house seemed inappropriate. Taking them home to dry wasn’t practical, so she reluctantly took them to the laundry room. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.
Camila came out with her hair dried, and David had already arrived. The table was laid out with breakfast.
“Good morning, David.”
“Camila, do you like the room? Let me know if you need anything.”
“It’s wonderful. You’ve been very thoughtful. Is the house always this spotless? Do you clean every day?”
“Housekeepers come later for cleaning. I’m just here to bring breakfast.”
“I see.” Camila nodded, relieved that Connor wouldn’t be doing any cleaning or laundry, ensuring he wouldn’t see her hanging clothes.
Back at the office, Camila spent the morning reorganizing recent work details and syncing Connor’s schedule with Alan.
When all her work was done, it was nearly noon. Closing the files, Camila muttered, “Alan, that was sneaky of you, telling Mr. Connor about my police station incident.”
Alan shrugged innocently. “I didn’t mean to. I was in a meeting with Mr. Connor and our international team when you called, and he overheard. Everything went smoothly, right?”
“Sure, if you count daily mixed martial arts practice, Camila said with a forced smile.
Mixed martial arts?” Alan looked puzzled.
“Mr. Connor thought my failure to win the fight was embarrassing for the company, so he’s making me learn mixed martial arts,” Camila said, deflated.