Classic Novel
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Camila hadn’t eaten anything all evening, so the served herself a small bowl of spaghetti
She took a bite and slightly furrowed her brow–the spaghetti was overcooked. Connor must have been really hungry to find it delicious
Connor quickly finished his bowl of spaghetti, looking utterly content.
Camila glanced at the clock and noted it was ten minutes to midnight, just ten minutes left until Connors birthday was over.
“Sir, just a moment” Camila said as she stood up swiftly, grabbing a cake from the fridge and lighting a candle on it.
She brought over the cake, softly humming, “Happy Birthday to you.. Happy Birthday to you…”
Connor looked up, surprised at first, then his lips curled into a soft, tender smile as he gazed unwaveringly at Camila
“Make a wish” Camila sang, adding the line quickly before placing the cake in front of him.
With a nod Connor closed his eyes, clasped his hands together and made a devout wish. After making his wish, he gently blew out the
“Wow” Camila cheered. “Happy Birthday!”
“Thank you” Connor said, his smile widening, touched by her gesture.
“know you don’t eat cake, but it’s all about the gesture,” Camila said as she handed him a cake knife.
Connor nodded, cutting a large slice of the cake. “Here you go,” he said softly.
“Thank you!” Camila took it eagerly and sat down. She had been craving it for a while.
She took a bite, her eyes lit up immediately, and she exclaimed, “Oh my, I am a genius. This is so delicious” Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.
Connor looked at the cake and chuckled, “This cake looks a bit rough around the edges. Is it really that good?”
Camila’s hands trembled, nearly dropping her piece of cake. She squeezed out a smile, looking up and feigning calm, “Is it that bad?” Connor crossed his arms, speaking lightly. “Maybe we shouldn’t get cakes from this place next time.”
Camila’s brow furrowed lightly as
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took another bite of the cake, her words muffled, “There won’t be a next time, just today.”
“Why? Did they close down? Connor asked curiously.
Camila nodded, her expression blank. “Yeah, they closed down. Camila’s Cake Shop.”
Connor was stunned, at a loss for words. “Did you make this?” He couldn’t believe that Camila had made the cake herself.
“Yeah, it is my ‘ugly‘ cake,” Camila replied nonchalantly,
Connor massaged his temples. Great, he seemed to have upset her.
After a moment of silence, Connor finally broke the silence, “Look… I’m sorry. I take back what I said earlier. His brows furrowed slightly, his face full of regret.
Camila hummed softly. “Your words are like spilled milk.”
Connor quickly took action, cutting another slice of cake and stuffing a big spoonful into his mouth. He gave a thumbs up while mumbling, “Delicious, really good.”
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Camila watched him eat the cake and couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, after your show of sincerity. I forgive you.”
Connor’s lips curved into a proud smile as he continued enjoying the cake.
“I mean, that’s enough. You don’t even like sweets,” Camila remarked, watching him savor it with relish.
But Connor stubbornly shook his head “No way, it’s my birthday cake. How can I not eat it?” he said as he scooped another spoonful
into his mouth.
She watched his adorable demeanor and couldn’t help but smile. At this moment, he was nothing like his usual serious and stern self, appearing more emotional and even stubbornly childlike.
Was this behavior the result of unlocking another personality after one too many drinks?