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.

back to Cedarhill

of us. I know a great breakfast spot nearby," Connor said

object, merely following him silently

In the confined

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

a table by the

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 gaze never

replied, trying to appear

smiled and nodded, then turned to order from the

served quickly. It was all her favorites. Camila took a sip of her milk and cut a piece of the honey and cream-covered pancakes into

food slightly eased her

her and asked gently,

"Are we too early? There are no

usually serve breakfast. I arranged with the

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