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    Connor was holding a cotton swab loaded with ointment for her. Cam, toozy to head to the


    bathroom to look in the mirror, randomly dabbed it on her cheek.


    “You’re making a mess even with just applying ointment,” Connor said with annoyance, taking the


    cotton swab from her hand and gently but attentively spreading it across her cheek.


    Suddenly, Connor’s face loomedrge before Cam, startling her so much that she held her


    breath, her dark eyes darting to the side. Probably because she held her breath too long, Cam


    coughed, breaking the intimate atmosphere.


    “Alright, remember to apply the ointment in the morning. Here, I’ll give it to you. It’s gettingte. I’ll


    take you home.”


    “Okay.”


    The next day, just as the sun was starting to rise, Cam sat on her bed, sighing quietly. She


    couldn’t even enjoy azy weekend moming.


    Only overtime pay couldfort her spirit.


    Arriving at Cedarhill Estate, Connor emerged from the bedroom, bleary–eyed and yawning.


    “Morning.”


    Cam couldn’t help but chuckle secretly. Early mornings seemed to torture him even more. Seeing


    him barely able to keep his eyes open lifted her spirits immensely.


    This exercise phase would probably pass after a few days.


    After pouring Connor a ss of warm water, Cam sat on the sofa scrolling through her phone,


    waiting for him to freshen up.


    Suddenly, something cold pressed against her cheek. Cam jumped, nearly dropping her phone.


    “Hold this,” Connor said.


    Realizing it was an ice pack, Cam quickly grabbed it.


    With a faint smile, Connor walked off to freshen up.


    Both changed into their workout clothes and went downstairs to the tree–lined avenue to stretch.


    Cam thought they would just jog casually, but they ended up running nonstop for fifteen minutes.


    “I… I… I can’t keep up. You go ahead. I’ll rest a bit and catch upter.”


    Bending over, hands on her hips, Cam was gasping for breath.


    Connor stopped and jogged in ce. “Just a bit longer.”


    Exhausted, Cam waved her hand dismissively and slowly walked over to sit down on a row of


    bamboo chairs nearby. Connor was a practically asking for her life.


    Connor ran over and pulled her up from the chair. “Didn’t your coach ever teach you not to sit down


    immediately after running?”


    “Mr. Connor, I really can’t run anymore,” Cam panted heavily, reaching her limit.


    “Finish thep, or no overtime pay.”


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    Was that a threat?


    Cam’s mind raced. Just a bit more effort and several hundred dors would be hers. If she didn’t


    run, not only would she lose the money, but the sacrificed sleep would be in vain too.


    Biting her lip, she suddenly felt a surge of strength.


    “Run slowly. Adjust your breathing,” Connor instructed.


    Cam trudged along, panting heavily.


    Connor jogged behind her, watching her frail yet stubborn figure, a hint of amusement flickering in


    his eyes. She really was a


    money–lover.


    Finally, after rounding the neighborhood twice, Cam, driven by the promise of overtime pay,


    finished the run, nearly copsing. Connor was barely sweating. He hardly looked like he had just


    been on a long run. “Let’s stretch here. I’ll go buy some water.”


    Cam nodded weakly.


    After resting for a while, they slowly walked back, passing by Belleview Heights.


    “Mr. Connor, I’m going home to shower.”


    “No rush, let’s go back for some boxing.”


    Cam’s eyes


    widened more than ever. She was nearly ready to drop dead on the spot.