Camila glanced at the green light on the digital thermometer and smiled, "It's almost 6 PM."

She set the thermometer back on the nightstand. "Your fever's gone."

Connor sighed in relief. "Great, let's go shopping."

"All your clothes are washed, but we don't have a dryer, so you don't have anything to wear."

Connor paused, a bit taken aback. All his life, his clothes had always been taken care of by servants. He never thought the woman he loved would wash them by hand. A wave of warmth washed over him. He gently took Camila's hand, feeling its slight chill, and a surge of tenderness filled his heart.

He tucked her hand under the covers and whispered, "Thank you for doing this. Don't bother next time; it breaks my heart."

Camila chuckled and teased, "I could've just used the washing machine, but your clothes are too fancy for that."

"I'll wash your clothes from now on," Connor said earnestly.

He picked up his phone from the nightstand, lay back on Camila's legs, and quickly sent a message.

got some clothes on the way. Let's go out for a nice

for a moment, then shook her head. "Let's go see a movie

"Sure, which one do you want to see? I'll rent out the whole

frowned slightly, "I know you've got money, but there's no need to go overboard. Why

laughed. He gently tapped her nose and

him to get up while she ruffled

the balcony, where he saw his underwear hanging on the clothes rack. He

opened,

had changed into a long dress, its hem swaying

He gently wrapped his arms around her

too," Camila smiled

picked up a coat and draped it over her shoulders. "It's cold out, wear

and said, "I'm going to put on some makeup. You

Connor said as he held her hands

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