Connor noticed Camila hesitating and decided to change his strategy. He slightly furrowed his brow, putting on a pitiful look. "I've been standing here for half an hour, and my legs are getting sore." Camila snapped out of her thoughts, glanced at the flowers in his hand, and then at his slightly hurt face, feeling a twinge of sympathy.

Seizing the moment, Connor thrust the flowers into Camila's arms. "My hands are getting sore too."

Camila instinctively raised her hands to hold the flowers and nodded reluctantly, turning to place the flowers on a table inside the house.

Connor's gaze followed her figure. There was a triumphant smile curling up the corners of his mouth.

After arranging the flowers on the table, Camila turned back to face Connor at the doorway.

He was smiling warmly at her, his eyes brimming with affection.

"I know you like flowers. I'll buy them for you," he said softly.

Camila paused after arranging the flowers. Did he mean to keep sending them?

Camila didn't respond but finished arranging the flowers and closed the door.

"It's still early; let's go for breakfast," Connor suggested gently, heading towards the elevator.

we going back to Cedarhill

just the two of us. I know a great breakfast spot nearby," Connor

didn't object, merely following him silently with her

elevator doors slowly closed. In the confined

restaurant. Camila didn't expect that this place served breakfast. She thought it

a table

vibrant glow on him. It was hard to believe that he had been working late into the night and still appeared so energetic. "What would you like to eat?" Connor asked. His

Camila replied, trying to

turned to

a sip of her milk and cut a piece of the

food slightly eased her

and asked gently, "Is it

and whispered, "Are we

breakfast. I arranged with the owner to open

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