Chapter 118

Camila made every cut with cautious precision, striving for perfection. She folded the fabric neatly, then began to sew with the machine, her hands nimbly weaving through the threads, attending to every detail just right.

Time quietly slipped by as she immersed herself fully in her creative work. Suddenly, her cellphone vibrated continuously on the table.

Camila set down the fabric she was holding and stood up to answer the phone. She saw the caller ID displayed was “Mr. Connor,” and her heart skipped a beat.

She glanced at the clock. It was already eleven at night, and there were work arrangements at this hour? Didn’t she need a break?

She frowned slightly in annoyance but still answered the call. “Hello, Mr. Connor.”

A deep voice came from the other end. “Haven’t gone to bed yet?”

Not yet,” Camila replied.

“When I’m not at the office, you need to report the day’s work to me,” Connor stated.

Camila paused, taken aback as she hadn’t anticipated this. “Sorry, I’ll remember that.”

to my place. After your run, send me your treadmill

skip running for a day,

some sleep, good night,”

night, Mr.

in acknowledgment and

sewing machine and continued to finish the edges

satisfied, and folded the shawl

was three in the moming

and headed to Cedarhill Estate. After running and panting, she snapped a picture of her treadmill record and

with

dressed in a sleek black suit, stood by the window. After quickly replying to the message, he placed his phone in his suit pocket and walked out

She noticed her son descending the stairs and smiled.

searching the foyer for others. “Where

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