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    In the afternoon, Connor went back to the office for a meeting.


    Cam was left alone at home. Sitting on the sofa, she suddenly felt an emptiness inside her. She


    headed to the storage room and dug out some boxed–up books. It was time to pick up Arabic again,


    which she hadn’t touched in two years.


    ***


    On her rare holiday, Cam visited her mother, ire..


    “Happy Thanksgiving, Godmom!” Erica, beaming with smiles, entered carrying bags full of health


    supplements.


    “Erica, you really shouldn’t bring so much every time youe. The house is nearly overflowing,”


    ire said, slightly furrowing her brows in a helpless tone.


    Erica chuckled and turned to Cole, teasing, “With Cole here, we hardly need to buy fruits anymore.”


    Cole, embarrassed, scratched his head and gave an awkward smile.


    Cam couldn’t help butugh quietly to herself. She looked at her mom and Cole, understanding


    that their rtionship was like a butterful in a cocoon, ready toe out and change at the next


    moment. Cam believed her mother had feelings for Cole. Her mom was always joyful when he


    came around, and her face would lighten up at the mention of his name, her tone filled with


    tenderness.


    However, ire always avoided discussing her rtionship with Cole. Whenever Cam tried to


    bring it up, ire would change the subject or find an excuse to leave. Cam knew that her mother


    was afraid of being hurt again, fearful that her heart would once more be let down by someone else.


    “Where’s Craig today? Haven’t seen him,” Erica curiously asked.


    “Craig had to work today, but he’ll be joining us soon,” Cole replied.


    As ire was setting up the meals, she said with a smile, “Craig’s colleague will also join us. He’s


    from out of town and spending the holiday alone seemed too lonely, so I asked Craig to bring him


    along.”


    Erica and Cam exchanged knowing nces, so ire was setting up a blind date for Cam.


    Cam nodded resignedly, thinking how genuinely well–meaning this was.


    Ding–dong-


    Cam stood from the sofa to answer the door. Upon opening it, she was greeted by a familiar


    figure–Craig.


    “Hey, Craig,” she greeted with a smile.


    Craig, tall and dressed casually in a T–shirt and jeans, wore a friendly smile. “This is my colleague,


    John, Craig introduced.


    Cam nodded at him, “Hello, wee to our home.”


    John paused, his dark eyes shing with surprise; he hadn’t expected the girl from the blind date to


    be so attractive. He’d thought Craig was just boasting, but it turned out Craig wasn’t lying at all.


    Shyly, John greeted Cam, “Hello,” his voice trembling slightly with nerves.


    “Come in, have a seat,” Cam said politely.


    “Come on in, dinner’s ready,” ire called out warmly, her smile forming a lovely curve.


    ire eyed John appreciatively, thinking, *What a good–looking young man–he’s quite pleasing to


    the eye.*


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    “Ma’am, I brought some pumpkin pies,” John replied nervously, clutching a beautifully wrapped gift


    box.


    “Oh, you don’t have to do that. Thank you for your thoughtfulness, I love it,” ireughed as she


    took the pumpkin pies, gesturing for John to sit down and turning to Cam, “Make sure our guest


    feels wee.”