Connor gripped her wrist, pulling her hand away as he suppressed the fury in his heart. His voice was calm yet intense. “Who did this to you?” He held Camila’s hand tightly. Camila twisted her wrist, attempting to break free. “It’s really nothing. Please let go of me. It’s my family.”
Connor didn’t loosen his grip, his eyes filled with both pain and anger. “What was it about?”
“It’s over now, and they’re not my family anymore,” Camila replied indifferently.
Connor fell silent for a moment. Then he released her wrist. “I’ve told you before. If there’s anything troubling you, let me help.”
Camila stood at the front door, facing Connor with a calm and polite tone. “Thank you, Mr. Connor, but I need to rest now.”
She didn’t invite him inside, just expressed her thanks lightly, then turned to enter the house.
Connor stood rooted to the spot, with a complex mix of emotions flickering in his eyes.
He watched as Camila entered her home, keyed in the code, and closed the door. He stood silently, and his thoughts swirled like a tumultuous tide.
After closing the door, Camila peered through the peephole and saw Connor stepping into the elevator.
She sighed, grabbed her pajamas, and headed to the bathroom. The hot water washed over her, seeming to cleanse the fatigue and irritation.
As she blow-dried her hair, the sound of the doorbell echoed.
Frowning slightly, she stepped out of the bathroom.
When she peered through the peephole again, she saw Connor standing at the door.
Her heart skipped a beat. Hadn’t he just left?
“Mr. Connor, do you need anything?” Camila asked cautiously.
“Open the door.” Connor’s voice was deep.
“Just a moment.”
Camila rushed back to her bedroom, quickly put on a nightgown, and then opened the door.
Connor didn’t wait for her to ask any questions. He walked straight in, headed to the coffee table, and placed a bag on it.
Camila followed, and her eyes were full of confusion. She watched as Connor pulled out a tub of ice cream and a pack of ice from the bag, slightly stunned.
“Ice cream,” Connor announced, removing the items from the bag.
This was the same ice cream they had once enjoyed together at a local shop.
“These are ice packs. Get a towel to wrap them in,” Connor explained as he tore open the ice pack.
Handing her the ice pack, he pointed at her face. “Applying this can help ease the pain.” Ads by PubFuture
Camila took the ice pack, looking at all Connor had prepared in a daze.
“What are you daydreaming about? Go get a towel.” Connor’s voice was gentle.
Camila nodded blankly, still not fully recovered from her earlier thoughts. She turned and walked to the bathroom, fetched a clean towel, and returned to the living room. Connor took the towel from her hands, wrapped the ice pack in it, and handed it back to her. He pulled Camila to sit beside him and handed her the ice cream.
“Have some ice cream while I apply this to your face.” Connor’s tone was very gentle, as if coaxing a child.
Camila was startled. “Its okay. I can do it myself.” She reached out to take the towel from Connor’s hand.
Connor pulled his hand back with a gentle smile. “Do you have so many hands? The ice cream will melt if you don’t eat it now.”
Camila blinked, looking at him with confusion. His actions today were utterly perplexing.
“Mr. Connor, what are you doing?”
Connor looked at her deeply, his eyes brimming with emotion. “I’m courting you. Can’t you tell?” Ads by PubFuture
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