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.”

still bring breakfast to my place. After your run, send me

breath. She thought she could skip running for a day, but it seemed there

sleep, good night,” Connor

night, Mr.

in acknowledgment and

to her sewing machine and continued

satisfied, and folded the

the moming time to

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

quickly replied with a

window.

on the lilies. She noticed her son descending the stairs and smiled. “Good morning. I see there’s no need to

for others. “Where are Grandpa and

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