Soon, a pot of c r e a m y seafood chowder was served Chopped green onions and cilantro were placed in two separate small
bowls
The server dished out the chowder to each of the three.
Connor scooped some green onions into his bowl. Alan followed suit and then passed the spoon to Camilla “Camila, here you go.”
“No, thank you” Camila shook her head.
Alan gave a meaningful “Oh, placing the spoon back into the bowl of green onions. Camila avoided his gaze, keeping her head
down. Alan stealthily glanced at the boss, who was slowly savoring the chowder, seemingly indifferent to their exchange.
Meanwhile, Camila pretended to be busy devouring her chowder, but it was too hot and scalded her tongue. She slightly stuck out
her tongue to cool it off.
“Could I get a glass of ice-cold milk, please?” Connor called over a server.
“Make it lactose-free,” Alan added, thinking Connor wanted the milk himself
“Are you lactose intolerant?” Connor turned to ask Comila.
Camila, locking confused, shook her head.
“No need, Connor said expressionlessly.
Soon, a glass of ice-cold milk was placed in front of Connor
“For the lady.” Connor said, nodding toward Camila as he gently forked some greens into his mouth
Camila was surprised that it was ordered for her and hesitated before taking it, “Thank you!
She took a sip, and the pain on her tongue finally eased. She hadn’t expected Connor to notice she’d burned herself with the
chowder.
Alan watched them with a gossip-hungry look, slightly thrilled.
After they had finished eating, the server came over to settle the bill. “That’ll be $385”Camila glanced at the bill, impressed by the luxurious king crab and shrimp chowder, which explained its deliciousness.
noveldramaAfter Alan paid, he said, “Mr. Connor, your driver is at the door
He tumed to Camila, about to offer her a ride home, but after sensing something subtle between her and Connor, he closed his
mouth without saying it
While Alan was getting a receipt, Camila followed Connor out while opening a ride-sharing app.
The rumor was indeed true. This high-tech hub was a taxi rush hour after 11 PM, with over a hundred people in line. It would be at
least an hour’s wait, but with public transport halted, there was no choice.
“Get in,” a deep voice commanded, leaving no room for refusal.
Surprised but without hesitation, Camila got into the passenger’s seat, knowing she wouldn’t get home until past midnight
otherwise,
“First to Cedarhill Estate, then drop Camila off, Connor instructed the driver
Camila was back home by 12:15 AM.
After a refreshing shower, she sat in front of her computer to continue working overtime. Thanks to the data provided by Curtis,
the meeting minutes were coming along smoothly.
By the time Camila went to bed, it was nearly 2 AM. She lay there thinking. There’s a reason my salary doubled. The workload
certainly did, too.’
The next day, Camila arrived at Cedarhill Estate on time, expertly making coffee. There was no need to wake Connor up, who was
already up and about.
“I can’t remember the last time Mr. Connor woke up on his own, David whispered to Camila with a chuckle
Camila smiled, wondering if they had exaggerated Connor’s morning grumpiness. The past couple of days, he seemed quite
normal.
“I heard Mr. Connor is punctually at the office by nine every day, never late. His moming mood must be fine”
“Mr. Connor often s k i p s breakfast and chooses to sleep in instead,” David said, covering his mouth to giggle.