The Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 2253
Chapter 2253 The pillow that mmed onto Waylon‘s body felt like a rectangr tofu. Neither did it
hurt nor did it itch. He grabbed Cameron with his huge hand, yanked her, rolled over, and sat on her
body.
Cameron froze, and the arrogance that she was exuding just now disappeared almost instantly. She
warned him in a cowardly manner, “You, don‘t you dare touch me.”
He raised his eyebrows slightly and got half an inch closer to her face. He was so close to her that his
breath was brushing against her cheek. “But aren‘t you the legendary Mr. Southern who‘s known for his
courage?”
She forced a smile. “No, no, I‘m a very timiddy.”
His lips seemed about to stick to her ear. “What are you afraid of? Didn‘t you tell Deedee that I wouldn‘t
eat others when we were in the car the other day?”
Cameron pursed her lips, and her eyshes twitched.
Her heart was knocking against her chest frantically, thumping extremely loudly. Waylon stared at her
face and rubbed the corners of her lips with his fingertips, and she could feel the surrounding
temperature in the narrow space rise.
Seeing that he was approaching, Cameron closed her eyes tightly.
After a long time, he gave off a hoarse chuckle, and his lipsnded on her forehead. “It‘s time to get
up.”
Immediately after that, he sat up, adjusted his nightgown, got off the bed, and left the bedroom.
Cameron opened her eyes and was dumbfounded.
‘Did he just leave?
Cameron rubbed her forehead, and there was still a hint of residual warmth. She immediately buried
her face into the pillow in shame. “Cameron Southern, wake up, don‘t be captivated by his looks!”
Cameron freshened herself and went downstairs.
Waylon had already changed into his clothes. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, looking
exceptionally solemn. It was her first time seeing his formally styled hair. He looked mature, stern,
sharp, and breathtakingly handsome.
Cameron also realized that the shirt he was wearing was the one that she had bought him.
Waylon fetched her a bowl of berry oatmeal. “Don‘t you n to apany Deedee today? Come and
eat something first.”
She pulled out the chair, sat down, picked up the spoon, and stirred the oatmeal. “What important
asion are you attending today?” He lifted his gaze. “It‘s just a board meeting.”
“Oh.”
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“Why ask? Are you afraid that I‘ll go out and fool around with other women?”
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Cameron choked on her own words and oatmeal. “Who would be worried that you‘ll fool around with
other women? You can do whatever you like.”
Waylonughed. “If I were to do whatever I like, would you still let me into the house?”
She replied with a chuckle, “Can I even exert any control over you?”
He interlocked his fingers and ced them under his chin. “Then do you want to be in control?”
There was an implicit meaning lying underneath the question.
Cameron lowered her head to eat her oatmeal. “Who would want to control
you?”
He smiled and did not say anything. After breakfast, he picked up his windbreaker,walked to the
entryway, stopped by the shoe cab, turned around, and stared at her. “Cameron.”
Cameron looked at him. “What do you want?”
He waved at her, motioning her to go to him.
Cameron walked up to him, got jerked into his arms unexpectedly, and was startled.
Seeing that Waylon was pointing at the tie around his neck, his intention was as clear as day.
The corners of her lips twitched. “Are your hands broken?”
Waylon caressed her lips and brushed across them gently. “Don‘t forget that I‘m the one who‘s paying
you your sry.”
Cameron was at a loss for words.
‘As soon as I pay off my debt, I‘ll definitely get back at him.’ She helped him with his tie. Waylon
pinched her chin abruptly, lifted her face, and sealed her warm lips.
Cameron wanted to push him away but was restrained by him.
In the next second, he sucked on her neck all of a sudden, and an electrical jolt shot up Cameron‘s
spine as she pushed him away. “Wayne Goldmann, you...”
Upon catching a glimpse of the hickey that he left on her neck, the corners of his lips twitched. “Very
nice, it looks perfect.” He then pulled open the door and left in a good mood.
At ckgold...
Waylon walked out of the elevator and ran into Leonardo in the corridor.
Leonardo was holding a stack of documents in his hand and nodded. “Mr. Goldmann.”
He took a nce at the documents in his arms. “Does thepany have so many agendas to deal
with?”
Leonardo was stunned for half a second and replied instantly, “These aren‘t thepany‘s affairs.
These are... information about Ms. Blueman.”