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Just then, the woman looked up and saw Camila. A flash of surprise crossed her eyes, but it quickly faded into calmness as she smiled slightly, set down her book, and stood up. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.
“Hello, are you looking for Connor?” the woman’s voice was gentle and clear.
Camila nodded, somewhat awkwardly replying, “Hello, I am Mr. Connor’s assistant. I have some work matters to discuss with him.”
“Work matters?” The woman glanced out the window into the pitch darkness, then smiled lightly. “At this hour, isn’t it a bit inappropriate for a woman to visit her CEO’s house?”
Camila froze, a wave of inexplicable nervousness rising within her. Could this be Connor’s girlfriend?
The woman appeared to be in her early thirties, graceful and beautiful, with an innate nobility that was impossible to ignore. Camila’s face showed a trace of embarrassment and anxiety. She worried about causing a misunderstanding. She quickly explained, “Don’t get me wrong. I am Mr. Connor’s assistant. Tomorrow is the shareholders‘ meeting, and I need to coordinate some details with Mr. Connor.”
“You seem a bit nervous?” The woman smiled, looking at the sofa like a hostess, “Why don’t you sit down and we talk?”
“I’m fine.”
Camila actually wanted to leave immediately, but felt that it would be rude to do so. She was also concerned about potentially affecting the woman’s relationship with Connor. Thus, she reluctantly sat down, clasping her hands tightly together, trying to calm her emotions.
“What’s your name?” the woman asked.
“Camila.”
“Camila.” the woman repeated, with a meaningful look.
“Well, since Mr. Connor isn’t here, I won’t disturb you further.” Camila suddenly stood up.
The woman looked puzzled and gently grasped Camila’s hand, saying, “Don’t go, don’t you still need to discuss work with him?” Camila was torn between staying and leaving, standing awkwardly in place.
The woman’s gentle laughter broke the silence. “Have you eaten yet? I’ve made some soup for Connor, come have a bowl.”
Without giving Camila a chance to refuse, the woman led her by the hand to the dining table. She unscrewed a thermos, smiling. “Chicken soup with herbs is great for beauty and anti–aging, very suitable for young women. Connor really misses out.”
“I can’t, it’s made for Mr. Connor. I shouldn’t.” Camila looked horrified.
“It’s okay. It’s the same if you have some.” The woman had already served a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Camila.
Camila smiled stiffly.
“Please, have a taste.” the woman urged.
The aroma from the bowl was tantalizing, and looked very nourishing. Camila took a sip and exclaimed, “Wow, this soup is delicious!”
“Of course, I simmered it for hours. It’s low–fat and nutritious. You don’t have to worry about gaining weight,” the woman said with a pleased expression.
“It really tastes great.”
“If you like it, I can make it for you often,” the woman looked at Camila earnestly.
Camila shook her head with a smile, “Today I just got lucky because of Mr. Connor.”
The woman propped her chin, looking at Camila. The woman’s eyes were like two bright stars, twinkling with warmth. She smiled, “Seeing you makes me happier than seeing him.”
Her smile seemed very sincere to Camila.
Camila gradually relaxed. “Miss, b
should I address you?”
“Miss?” The woman laughed behind her hand, “You can call me ‘Miss‘ for now, and maybe change it later.
“Mrs. Passos?” Camila ventured.
The woman smiled mysteriously, “Yes, that’s not wrong *