"Go take a shower. You smell like booze and smoke!" Camila frowned, slightly exasperated as she pushed Connor away.

"As you wish! Heading to the shower now!" Connor's lips couldn't help but curl upwards. His smile was evident.

He quickly turned and walked towards the master bedroom's bathroom, eager to wash off the unpleasant odors and reappear fresh in front of her.

After his shower, Connor felt rejuvenated, clean, and fresh, with a faint scent of body wash lingering on him.

The dining table was set with oatmeal and some side dishes. Camila was arranging the cutlery.

Connor pulled out a chair and sat down. His eyes were locked on Camila, his lips curved into a mischievous smile.

At that moment, Drew came out of the bathroom, towel in hand, drying his hair. He complained slightly, "Camila, your body wash is all out, and there's barely any shampoo left."

When she heared this, Camila's grip on her cutlery tightened, and she gritted her teeth. "There was more than half a bottle of body wash left before yesterday!" Her tone was filled with dissatisfaction as she glared at them.

using it up way too fast," Drew

"Yeah, why am I

"You threw up on me in

shock. His eyebrows furrowed, and his

her!" Cursing inwardly, he felt a surge

awkwardly. Realizing his drunken mishap had troubled Camila, he quickly apologized, "Camila, I'm sorry

glared at Connor, saying through clenched teeth, "And you threw up

realized he too was at

a disaster; she must

His eyes conveyed an apology, "I'm sorry. I'll

respond but glared at him. However, with Connor's embarrassed and remorseful expression, she sighed

subject, and exclaimed, "Camila, this house

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255