Classic Novel
Chapter 222
Chapter 222
Connor didn’t respond, but politely greeted the person at the door, “Morning, David.”
Upon hearing Connor’s voice, Camila quickly turned her head.
David stood at the doorway, gaping at them with his mouth slightly open.
“Morning...” He scanned them and then found something unusual. Connor’s clothes were slightly open, and there was this smallest smile on his lips. He clearly had enjoyed the juicy scene.
Camila’s heart tightened. She knew David must be brewing some thoughts seeing her and Connor together in the bedroom. She nervously clutched the hem of her shirt.
Connor remained composed as he headed to his room. “I’m off to take a shower.”
“Make sure to join us for breakfast after you freshen up,” David said with a teasing smile.
“I was working late in the study last night and fell asleep,” Camila explained with an embarrassed laugh.
David suppressed a chuckle and nodded.
Blushing, Camila hurried to the study, rifling through the desk before finding her phone. It was dead, and she couldn’t find a charger on Connor’s desk.
Sighing, she decided to ask Connor to borrow his. She knocked on Connor’s bedroom door. “Mr. Connor, my phone’s dead. Could I borrow your charger, please?”
After a few seconds, the door opened. Connor stood there. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chiseled chest and abs. He held a charger in his hand, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“Looking for this?” he asked, holding up the charger.
Camila swallowed hard and nodded.
Connor handed her the charger. “Use this. I’m going to shower.”
He turned, paused, and looked back at Camila. “I remember there’s some workout clothes of yours here. Freshen up. If you go home to change, you’ll be late for work.”
Camila nodded.
It was already past eight, so going home would indeed delay her. Reluctantly, she returned to the bedroom, fetched her workout gear and undergarments from the wardrobe.
After showering, Camila joined Connor at the dining table, where he sat clean and refreshed.
David smiled and waved, “Camila, I’ve made your favorite pancakes.”
Her eyes lit up at the sight of the pancakes on the table. “Thanks, David.”
She turned to Connor. “Mr. Connor, let me make you some coffee.”
“No need for that. Come sit down for breakfast,” Connor said, pulling out a chair beside him.
Camila hesitated. This wasn’t her usual seat.
She nodded, pulled out the chair in front of her, and sat down.
Connor, noticing she hadn’t taken the seat beside him, felt a twinge of disappointment. “Eat up,” he said. His voice was slightly subdued.
They ate in silence until Connor’s phone rang.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g
He set down his cutlery and checked the caller ID — a number he didn’t recognize. He frowned and declined the call.
Seconds later, the phone rang again, still the unknown number.
Connor looked at the screen, declined once more, but it rang yet again.
Camila noticed Connor’s distraction. “Mr. Connor, what’s wrong?”
Connor shook his head. “Just a random number, keeps calling.”
He declined again, but the phone rang once more. This time, he answered.
“Hello?” His tone was cold.
Camila saw his expression change dramatically as he listened to the voice on the other end.