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    Cam paused while ying with the doll, saying, “We just text each other asionally, nothing


    much”


    “Why don’t you meet him this Saturday?”


    Cam hesitated and replied, “Mom, I have to work overtime on Saturday, and besides, I don’t really


    connect with him… I don’t feel anything.


    “He really likes you. You can’t say you feel nothing without meeting him first. Just spend some time


    with him; feelings will develop. He’s Mrs. Lyle’s nephew and isn’t aplete stranger, which makes


    me feel at ease.”


    Cam fell silent for a few seconds.


    ire continued, “Meet him for lunch near your office on Saturday. It won’t interfere with your work.


    I’ll talk to Mrs. Lyle.”


    Cam sighed deeply, realizing avoidance was futile, and replied, “Let’s make it tomorrow then. No


    need to wait until Saturday.”


    “That’s my girl. If things work out, I’ll get Mrs. Lyle some gifts,” ire said with augh.


    “Alright, Mom, you should get some sleep. You have to open the diner early tomorrow.”


    “Okay, you too. Get some good rest. Bye now.”


    Cam put down her phone and picked up the doll again.


    The next day, at noon, Cam brought lunch to Connor. “Mr. Connor, I’ll be stepping out for a bit


    during lunch, but I’ll be back before work resumes.”


    “Where to?” Connor asked.


    “Having lunch with a friend.”


    “Alright.”


    Cam grabbed her small purse and headed downstairs. She chose a meeting ce next to the


    office building to save time.


    Cam could see the college professor waiting from afar at the entrance of the mall. She took a


    deep breath and walked over with a


    smile.


    “Ms. Cam, you look even prettier than in your photos,” the professor said, his eyes lighting up as


    he stared intently at her.


    “Thank you,” Cam politely responded. “Shall we go?”


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    The two walked into the mall, and the professor nced at Cam, saying, “Next time, don’t wear


    something so short. Those long legs should only be for me to admire.”


    Cam rolled her eyes, almost audibly, and then chuckled. “You don’t like it? There’s a clothing


    store right here. Let’s go pick something you like right now.”


    Then, she headed into a luxury boutique.


    The professor had once mentioned his ex–girlfriend broke up with him because she thought he was


    too poor as a teacher, and he despised gold–diggers. Today, Cam was determined to y that


    part!


    Inside the luxury boutique, she casually picked up a long dress priced at $780 and smiled. “Do you


    like this one?”


    “It’s beautiful,” the professor nodded.


    “Please wrap it up,” Cam told the sales associate.


    The sales associate quickly packaged the dress and, facing the professor standing five meters


    away, said, “Sir, pleasee here to pay.”


    The professor looked troubled, his steps slow, clearly reluctant to pay.


    “I can buy it myself. You don’t make much as a teacher,” Cam said with a smile, deliberately


    provoking him.


    The professor forced a smile and replied, “It’s alright if you wear it.”


    Cam pursed her lips and smiled.


    After paying, the sales associate handed Cam the shopping bag, which she took. They exited the


    luxury boutique. The professor tried several times to hold Cam’s hand, but she avoided him each


    time.


    “Let’s go,” he finally insisted, spreading his hand, gesturing to hold hers.


    Cam ced the shopping bag in his hand and said with a smile, “Thank you.”


    The professor paused, looking at the shopping bag in his hand, gripping the handle tightly, trying


    hard to maintain his smile.


    They then walked into a diner.