Charming Mommy Of Adorable Triplets Chapter 2185


    Chapter 2185 Cameron was rather smart but could also sometimes be very confused. However, when f


    aced with life–and–


    death situations, she was always a calm and rational person, but she seemed to lose her cool very easi


    ly


    and often when she was in front of him. Waylon stretched out his hand, tucked the locks and strands of


    hair that were covering her face behind her auricle with his fingertips, and squinted slightly. “Good for y


    ou, getting to sleep so soundly.”


    A ray of sunlight beamed into the room through the window, prated through the gap


    in the curtains, and reflected onto the couch. Cameron slowly opened her eyes, recalled something, an


    d sat up abruptly.


    She removed the


    nket covering her, looked around, and suddenly remembered the purpose of her visit to Waylon‘s ro


    omst night. It was obvious that she had not only fallen asleep in his room but also forgotten what she


    wanted to talk to him about.


    Cameron walked up to the door and opened it, and that was when two maids who passed by the corrid


    or stared at her in surprise. “Young mast, Youngdy?” “Morning.” She bit the


    bullet, greeted them, and quickly returned to her room. The two maids took a closer look at the room w


    here she came out from, covered their mouths, and giggled. “It seems that the rumor is true.” “The you


    ngdy had already had an unusual rtionship with Mr. Goldmann when she was still the young mast


    er. How could this be fake?” “I didn‘t expect Mr. Southern Sr. to get himself a son–in–


    law through this series of incidents.”


    At 10:00 a.m., seeing that there was no one downstairs, Cameron took advantage of this window to rus


    h downstairs. And just as she was about to reach the door, Sunny‘s voice came from behind. “Where ar


    e you going?” She was astonished, rubbed her nose, and turned around. “I‘m going out to grab somethi


    ng to


    eat.”


    He ced the newspaper down on the table and sat on the couch. “Are we not feeding


    you enough at home?”


    She nced away and said casually, “I want to spend some money to eat out. It‘s not that I‘m spending


    your money.” “Last


    night…” Sunny paused for half a second, thenughed out loud. “I went to your room looking for you.


    Why weren‘t you there?” “Didn‘t you go to Way


    —?“. “Oh, how did you know that I was at Willy‘s?” Cameron licked her lips to moisturize them and rais


    ed her eyebrows lightly. “This old man actually wants to trick me into saying it.‘


    She then answered with an unchanged expression, “I‘m just guessing.” Sunny snorted


    and picked up the teacup. “Willy may note back today as he has


    something to do, so this should be good news for you.” She was flustered. “What‘s happened to him?”


    He pondered. “They‘ve sent someone here all the way from Bassburgh. Anyway, they‘ll leave the East I


    nds as soon as this matter is over, so perhaps we‘ll never see them again.”


    After saying that, he lifted his gaze and paid attention to Cameron‘s reaction.


    Cameron froze in ce as thoughts shed across her mind.


    On the other side of town…


    Waylon and Quincy met in a private room in Yuzu Vi,


    Quincy looked around. “This ind isn‘t what I imagined it to be.”


    In the impression of outsiders, the East Inds had always been an archipgo, isted from the worl


    d, surrounded by vast oceans on all sides. After all, it had


    to be a wicked ce no matter what others had said.


    Quincy did not expect the Southerns to have lived such a rich and colorful life on the biggest ind. It fe


    isted from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the world. It was nowhere close to having others call it a


    Waylon smiled. “Maybe it‘s because of Mr. Southern Sr.”


    Quincy looked at him. “You‘ve all been here for a month. Mrs. Goldmann is very worried about you and M


    “She‘s at Noce‘s.” Quincy frowned. “Wouldn‘t it be more dangerous for


    her to follow him around?” Waylon ran his fingers over the patterns on the teacup. “Noce will never all


    now, and Donald is getting nked by Fabio and the Southern n. So you tell me, will he


    still have the time and energy to care about Noce as a threat?”


    Quincy was dumbfounded for a second and arrived at a lightbulb moment. “That‘s true.” Waylon put dowOwned by N?velDrama.Org.