Camila chuckled at Claire’s words. “Mom, how can you say that about me?” Camila pouted, pretending to be upset. “At worst, the food might just not taste good.”
“Alright, alright, I misspoke,” Claire said with a laugh, waving her hand dismissively. “I know you’re capable, darling, but you should focus on your job right now. You’re working to support me, aren’t you?” Camila nodded, her lips curling into a faint smile.
After dinner, Claire helped her pack her luggage.
Camila glanced at the clock. Connor had been gone for over two hours, and she was getting worried.
Soon, her phone rang. She saw it was Connor calling and quickly answered, “Hello?”
“I’m at your front door,” Connor said.
“Mom, Connor’s here to pick me up,” Camila hung up and hurried to the door.
When she opened it, there stood Connor, smiling at her tenderly and affectionately.
Camila frowned, her eyes scanning him anxiously for any injuries. Only when she was satisfied he was unharmed did she relax slightly. “Did you get into a fight?” she couldn’t help but ask.
“I gave him a punch,” Connor said nonchalantly.
“Don’t do that again,” Camila whispered.
Connor nodded.
“Connor, come in for a cup of tea,” Cole called out from the doorway.
Connor looked at Cole and shook his head with a smile, “No thank you. I’m here to take Camila home, and it’s getting late.”
Claire pushed Camila’s suitcase out, and Cole immediately stepped forward to take it, pulling it easily to the door.
“Claire, I’ll come visit another day,” Connor said respectfully.
Claire nodded with a smile, “You better get going. It’s over an hour’s drive. Take care on the road,” she advised. Camila hugged Claire tightly, “Take good care of yourself. Call me if you need anything.”
Claire gently patted Camila’s back, “You take care too.”
After saying goodbye, Connor gently took
holdiila’s hand, the other hand
holding her luggage firmly as they walked down the stairs. S
Once downstairs, Connor opened the car door and carefully placed the luggage in the trunk.
Then, like a true gentleman, he opened the passenger door for Camila, watching her head to ensure she didn’t bump it.
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He watched her with intense affection, a smile dancing on his lips, “My girlfriend.”
Then he slowly turned the back of her hand toward him and gently kissed it. “Let’s go.”
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“At your command!” Connor smiled as he started the car and slowly drove away from Camila’s home.
As they neared their destination, Camila received a text from Erica.
It’s a photo of Logan cutting an onion. [Cami, I gave this guy a lesson too!]
Not only did his face bear visible
bruises, but he was also cutting anet
onion, looking utterly miserable. felt a bit sorry for Logan.
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