Chapter 108
Suddenly, Camila felt a presence almost looming over her. She had just picked up the car keys when she found Connor blocking her way, so she placed the keys on the desk. “Mr. Howard, here are your keys.” After saying this, she turned to fetch the documents Connor needed.
Howard glanced at Camila, then turned to Connor and suggested, “How about dinner tonight? Bring Camila along.”
“I have plans tonight, Connor declined.
I see. Howard sighed in disappointment, “Maybe next time.”
“Sult yourself. I must be going.” Connor turned and walked away, “Camila, come to my office.”
Howard watched Connor’s retreating figure, his expression unreadable.
Camila sensed some tension between Connor and Howard. Had their discussion yesterday not gone well? She nodded slightly to Howard and followed Connor into his office.
Connor sat in his chair, sent a quick text, and then started reviewing the financial reports Camila had brought him, remaining silent for a long while.
Camila tilted her head, staring at him, wondering why he had called her in, only to say nothing. The office was so quiet that only the sound of flipping papers could be heard.
Feeling her gaze, Connor looked up. “What is it?”
“Nothing.” Camila shook her head, hesitating before asking, “Mr. Connor, did you need something from me?”
Connor glanced at Camila’s desk and said, “You can leave now.”
Camila was puzzled. Was this some kind of joke? She gave a professional smile and replied, “Alright.”
Connor’s eyes were deep, and he pressed his fingers to his temple. He took a cigarette from the pack, twirling it between his fingers until her silhouette had disappeared. Then he lit it and took a deep drag, exhaling slowly.
Camila felt something was off but didn’t dwell on it too much. She returned to her desk and noticed the two cups of coffee Howard had brought had vanished. Perhaps Connor’s cold demeanor was why Howard had taken them when he left.
After getting home, Camila showered and sat on the couch, drying her hair. Her phone rang–it was her mother. She answered, “Hi,
mom.”
“Did you have dinner?”
“Yeah.”
“How did your date go yesterday…”
“It didn’t go well. He mentioned getting a marriage certificate right away.”
There was a brief silence on the other end before her mother spoke. “Shouldn’t a college professor be more thoughtful? I’ll talk to Mrs. Lyle. You should at least get to know each other for a while.”
“Mom, please don’t bother Mrs. Lyle. I’ve just been transferred to the headquarters, and my job isn’t stable yet. I don’t want people to think I’m not focused on my work. Let’s wait until I’m more settled before you set me up.”
“Are you really willing to listen to me and properly date?”
“Yes, mom.”
“Alright, don’t fool me, okay?” Her mother was still skeptical.
Camila chuckled lightly, reassuring her with a few more promises.
Ding–dong-
“Who is it?”
“You have aelivery.”
Camila checked through the peephole and saw a delivery person in uniform. “Just leave it at the door, thanks.”
“Mom, I’ve got to go. I have a delivery.”
Alright, get some sleep soon.“
“Goodnight, Mom.” Camila hung up, waited for the delivery person to leave, and then opened the door.
She unwrapped the package to find an invitation. As she sat on the couch with the invitation, Erica called. Camila answered while examining it.