Chapter 21


    “Where’s Mr. Connor order?” Cam asked


    “It seems like Mr. Connor didn’t order for himself, just for the staff, Marissa replied, her forehead crinkled in confusion. “And this


    tea time is way too early. I haven’t even digested lunch yet.”


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    “It’s all sweets. Mr. Connor doesn’t eat those,” n added, equally puzzled.


    1l go help distribute them. I’ve left yours at your desk, Marissa told n.


    “Thanks. !‘ll have some when I get back,” he smiled at Cam, “Looks like we’re in for ate night at the office. Mr. Connor is


    sweetening us up in advance.”


    “At least there’s overtime pay,” Cam chuckled.


    She and


    After they left, Cam opened the afternoon tea bag and was pleasantly surprised. This bakery was expensive! She and Erica


    loved the desserts from this ce. A piece of cake was seventy to eighty dors with a cup of iced tea. It could cost thousands for


    the hundreds of employees in thepany.


    It seemed the boss was in a good mood!


    Through the floor–to–ceiling windows, Connor saw Cam enjoying the treat, and he smiled unconsciously.


    Refueled by the sweets, Cam was a


    all fired up for t the afternoon, focused intently on herputer


    “Time to leave, Connor’s deep voice resonated through the office.


    Cam suddenly looked up, realizing it was already dark outside. She nced at the time–7 PM. No overtime today?


    “Okay,” she responded.


    Seeing that Cam didn’t seem to want to leave, Connor just stood in front of her desk. Cam felt an invisible pressure. She


    quickly packed up and shut down herputer.


    Connor watched her get ready, then headed straight for the elevator. Cam followed behind him.


    Connor got into his car, and she waved, “See you tomorrow, Mr. Connor”


    Connor rolled down the window, ncing at the passenger seat. “Get in”


    Cam’s smile widened. “Yes! No need to call a taxi. A free ride home, awesome! Without hesitation, she opened the passenger


    door, turned her head, and nodded with a grin at her boss.


    Connor slightly furrowed his brows and stretched his neck, closing his eyes to rest. “Drop Cam off first,” he said nonchntly.


    “No, no need, I live far away.” Cam quickly turned her head and waved her hand. Traffic was heavy at this hour. It would take


    over an hour to get to her ce.


    Connor slowly opened his eyes. “Drive,” he stated unequivocally.


    During the rush hour traffic, Cam yawned repeatedly. The luxury car’s seats were toofortable, and leaning against the door,


    she dozed off.


    “Cam, we’re here.” The driver parked by the roadside, gently tapping the sleeping Cam.


    Startled, Cam jerked awake, Her brain was not fully booted up, and she nodded mechanically


    She turned to look at Connor, who had his eyes closed–she wasn’t sure if he was asleep, so she whispered thanks to the driver


    and carefully opened the door, gently closing it behind her,


    Squeak-


    Connor opened his eyes, watching her hop cheerfully into an old residential building. He muttered softly. “Still bouncy in heels,“”


    “Mr. Connor, back to Cedarhill Estate?”


    “Mm.


    A few minutes into the drive, the driver remarked. “Oh, Cam left her phone in the car.”


    Connor, “Take it back to her.”


    Humming a tune, Cam climbed three flights of stairs, grumbling. “When is thendlord going to fix these lights? It’s the second


    time this month they’ve broken.”


    Using the light from the windowsill, she cautiously ascended the stairs, gripping the handrail. She reached her floor, and just as


    she was about to close her door, suddenly, a hand swiftly caught the door, pushing it open with force.


    Cam screamed in shock, instinctively blocking the door with her body, struggling with all her might.