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Alan bumped her shoulder lightly, “Honestly, Mr. Connor is quite good at martial arts. He’s a black belt in Taekwondo, and he’s also skilled in mixed martial arts and kickboxing. The local trainers can’t compare to him. You should ask him for some tips if you have
time.”
Camila was speechless. It was indeed Mr. Connor who had been teaching her personally, and she was nearly worn out by the rigorous training. To prevent Alan from overthinking, Camila quickly changed the subject and went downstairs to grab some lunch.
In the afternoon, Connor and Alan went out, and Camila stayed in the office to get some work done.
As the end of the workday approached, Camila gathered all the documents that needed signing and brought them into Connor’s office. Upon opening the door, she was greeted by the sight of all the blinds rolled up, with the evening sun casting a beautiful glow across the
room.
Camila paused for a moment before neatly placing the documents on Connor’s desk.
When she noticed a photo of Haylie on the desk, she picked it up to take a closer look. She couldn’t help but admire it, “Haylie is truly stunning. I can’t believe Connor is into celebrities too. It’s so unlike his usual style.”
Just then, footsteps sounded at the door.
Camila looked up to see Connor entering, an unlit cigarette between his fingers, which he flicked towards her hand. Camila held her breath slightly, feeling caught in the act, and quickly put down
the photo.
Connor moved closer, his scent tinged with a hint of tobacco, a smell Camila hadn’t noticed in a while.
He glanced at the photo on the desk, and asked in a low voice, “Need something?”
“These are the documents that need your signature.” Camila’s hand lightly touched the documents requiring attention.
Connor gave her a brief look, “Alright, I see. Finish up and you can head out.”
“Okay.”
Camila nodded. She then left the office, closing the door behind her.
Connor quietly looked at the photo on the desk for a few seconds before casually sliding it into a drawer. He walked over to the window and lit the cigarette in his hand.
After tidying up her
space, Camila took her mug to the kitchen to wash it.
Once done, she kn
“Come in,”
on the door to Connor’s office.
Camila entered, and Connor, looking slightly surprised, walked over to the coffee table to stub out his cigarette. “Anything else?” he asked.
“Mr. Connor, I was thinking of joining a local class to practice Taekwondo and aim for at least a yellow belt.” Camila sensed that Connor was in a bad mood, probably tired from having to find time every morning to teach her Taekwondo. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
“Do you think I’m not as good as the local trainers?” Connor frowned.
Camila quickly waved her hands in denial. “No, no, it’s just that you’re so busy, and I don’t want to take up more of your time.”
“It’s no trouble. Be here at seven sharp tomorrow,” Connor said in a deep voice.
“Okay,”
After leaving the office, Camila let out a deep breath.
The next day at 6:45 AM.
The first thing Camila did upon arriving at Cedarhill Estate was to go to the laundry room to collect her hanging clothes. “Empty? Where are my clothes?!” She exclaimed.
She searched everywhere, including all the rooms except for one–Connor’s.
Oh no! A dreadful thought crossed her mind. It couldn’t be, right?
She only had that one set of sportswear. She surely couldn’t go jogging in a blouse and skirt.
Agh!
She ruffled her hair in frustration and, with a sense of resigned determination, headed towards Connor’s bedroom.
At that moment, Connor was standing in front of his wardrobe, staring intently at a set of women’s sportswear that definitely wasn’t his, hanging among his clothes.