“Go take a shower. You smell like booze and smoke!” Camila frowned, slightly exasperated as she pushed Connor away.
“As you wish! Heading to the shower now!” Connor’s lips couldn’t help but curl upwards. His smile was evident.
He quickly turned and walked towards the master bedroom’s bathroom, eager to wash off the unpleasant odors and reappear fresh in front of her.
After his shower, Connor felt rejuvenated, clean, and fresh, with a faint scent of body wash lingering on him.
The dining table was set with oatmeal and some side dishes. Camila was arranging the cutlery.
Connor pulled out a chair and sat down. His eyes were locked on Camila, his lips curved into a mischievous smile.
At that moment, Drew came out of the bathroom, towel in hand, drying his hair. He complained slightly, “Camila, your body wash is all out, and there’s barely any shampoo left.”
When she heared this, Camila’s grip on her cutlery tightened, and she gritted her teeth. “There was more than half a bottle of body wash left before yesterday!” Her tone was filled with dissatisfaction as she glared at them.
“You’re using it up way too fast,” Drew said in surprise.
Camila gritted her teeth, feigning a smile. “Yeah, why am I using it so fast?”
She glared at Drew. “You threw up on me in the cab.”
Connor watched Drew in shock. His eyebrows furrowed, and his gaze turned cold.
“You dared to throw up on her!” Cursing inwardly, he felt a surge of anger.
Drew scratched his head awkwardly. Realizing his drunken mishap had troubled Camila, he quickly apologized, “Camila, I’m sorry for the trouble.”
Camila took a deep breath. She then glared at Connor, saying through clenched teeth, “And you threw up on me too.”
Connor was dumbfounded. He hadn’t realized he too was at fault and quickly lowered his head.
This was a disaster; she must be furious.
He looked up at Camila. His eyes conveyed an apology, “I’m sorry. I’ll definitely drink less from now on.”
Camila didn’t respond but glared at
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him. However, with Connor’s embarrassed and remorseful expression, she sighed and decided not to hold it against him for now.
“Let’s have breakfast.”
Drew sat at the table, glanced around to change the subject, and exclaimed, “Camila, this house you’re living in is huge!”
“It’s a company flat. I’m moving out tomorrow,” Camila said indifferently, serving him a bowl of oatmeal. Ads by PubFuture
“You’re still planning to move?” Connor frowned.
Camila responded and served a bowl of oatmeal in front of him.
Considering his behavior the previous night, Connor decided to behave well to make up for his faults. He took the initiative to pick up the cutlery and serve a bowl of oatmeal for Camila.
Camila stared at the oatmeal, instantly reminded of last night’s vomit, and felt nauseated. Connor immediately handed her a tissue, looking at her sympathetically. “Are you okay?” Camila waved her hand and managed a forced smile, gently pushing the oatmeal bowl away. “I’m not hungry. You guys go ahead.”
Drew took a spoonful of oatmeal and grimaced. “Camila, why does this oatmeal taste burnt?”
Camila also tasted the oatmeal and her expression changed slightly. Indeed, the oatmeal tasted burnt. She said embarrassingly, “Sorry, it’s my first time cooking it. I’ll order some takeout for us.”
Connor glanced at Drew. He took a spoonful of oatmeal and praised, “It’s delicious.”
Camila felt a slight warmth in her heart, knowing Connor was trying to comfort her.
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