Chapter 165
The next morning, Camila and Connor boarded their flight right on time, embarking on a nearly ten–hour long journey.
Camila glanced sideways at Connor and noticed that he seemed a bit down today. His gaze was troubled, his expression slightly tense, as if weighed down by heavy thoughts.
The flight attendant gently reminded the passengers to fasten their seat belts. Camila snapped out of her reverie and securely fastened
hers.
The plane slowly moved away from the gate, accelerating towards the end of the runway. As the airplane finally ascended above the clouds, Camila looked out the window at the vast expanse of white clouds, which looked exceptionally beautiful under the sunlight.
She turned her head to look at Connor, who was resting with his eyes closed.
October 7th was his birthday. Should she confess her feelings then?
Camila felt a mix of anticipation and slight anxiety.
When they arrived in Fairmount, the driver was already waiting and first took Camila back to her place.
Alter carrying her luggage inside, Camila took a refreshing shower and then slept soundly.
When she awoke, it was already six o’clock the next moming. She opened her eyes to the ceiling, feeling a bit lost; just yesterday at this time, she was in Saudi Arabia.
After lying in bed for a while, she got up and freshened up
Today was a workday. As usual, she and Connor exercised together, had breakfast, and went to work. They walked into the elevator side by side, not speaking, but their understanding of each other was perfect.
Whether it was the daily work environment or the repetitive daily chores, they had long been accustomed to each other.
In the car, the driver and Camila chatted off and on.
“Tomorrow’s a holiday, Camila, do you have any plans?” the driver asked curiously.
Camila looked out at the swiftly passing scenery, lost in thought, “I plan to go home and help out,” she replied softly.
In the rearview mirror, she caught a glimpse of Connor. He was looking down at his iPad, deeply focused.
Camila turned her head and gently said to him, “Mr. Connor, I won’t be going to your place during the holiday.” Connor looked up at her briefly, his expression calm, and he responded with a simple acknowledgment.
At that moment, the car radio began to play, with the host introducing. “Next, we will play a touching song–No Regrets”
The radio host’s voice flowed smoothly, filled with a touch of tenderness and emotion.
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Connor pause, frowning slightly. He quickly switched the station.
“Hey, that song was pretty nice, wasn’t it?” Camila asked, puzzled.
That song was from a TV series where Haylie had her first leading role, and she sang it herself.
“Sorry, I’m not very fond of it,” the driver replied, glancing at her and smiling.
“I see,” Camila nodded, not pursuing the topic further. Everyone has different tastes, and she understood that.
Back at the office, Camila distributed the snacks and souvenirs she bought on her business trip to her colleagues. Her desk was cluttered with several days‘ worth of paperwork, so she quickly organized the documents and took them to Connor’s office.
As she entered, Connor saw her and instinctively put out his cigarette.
“Mr. Connor, these documents need your signature,” Camila said, placing a stack of neatly arranged papers on Connor’s desk. Her fingertips lightly tapped the document with a pink sticky note. “This one needs priority attention.”
Connor took off his suit jacket, and Camila immediately stepped forward, smoothly taking the jacket and carefully hanging it on the nearby rack.
Connor sat down, unbuttoning his cuffs to reveal an expensive watch on his wrist, and began working through the documents,