Chapter 188


    Cam hung up the phone and took a deep breath to calm herself.


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    Knock, knock—


    "Come in."


    Cam walked to his desk and nodded slightly. "Mr. Connor, what can I do for you?"


    Connor looked at her, his voice deep and maic. "Hold out your hand."


    Cam paused, her eyebrows furrowing slightly in confusion.


    After getting no response, Connor patiently repeated, "Extend your hand."


    Reluctantly, Cam stretched out her hand, her slender arm drawing an arc in the air.


    "Palm up." Connor stared at her hand, his Adam''s apple bobbing slightly, his voice a bit hoarse.


    With a puzzled expression, Cam turned her palm upward. Her soft, unprotected palm was now


    exposed to Connor''s gaze.


    Connor stood up, his eyes dark and intense as they met hers. He slowly ced a ne in her


    palm, "Your performance in the project was outstanding. This is your reward."


    Cam hesitated, then looked down at the sparkling ne in her hand. The coolness of the


    ne, mingled with the warmth of her palm, sent a slight chill through her. She looked up into


    Connor''s eyes, her heart fluttering uncontrobly.


    She tried to keep herposure, not letting her emotions show. "Mr. Connor, I was just doing my


    job; no reward is necessary," she said softly.


    "It''s well deserved," Connor stated unequivocally.


    Cam was silent for a moment, then smiled politely. "Thank you, Mr. Connor."


    "Put it on," Connor raised his eyebrows.


    Cam fiddled with the sp of the ne, struggling to fasten it.


    Connor moved closer, and Cam''s heart raced, a part of her wanting to flee. Unfortunately, her


    fingers were clumsy, making it even harder to sp.


    Connor softly offered, "Let me help." As he said this, he reached out to loop the ne around


    Cam''s neck.


    His movement brought him too close, unintentionally intimate. Cam was enveloped by his tall


    frame. His scent of faint tobo was mixed with the familiar smell of his cologne. Her heart


    pounded, her fingers trembling nervously as she held the ne. She panicked and instinctively


    stepped back.


    Connor paused, his hand still in mid-air, as Cam moved a meter away from him. He felt an


    inexplicable sense of loss at her sudden withdrawal.


    Cam struggled to control her thoughts, not wanting Connor to see her inner turmoil. She kept her


    voice steady and said, "Mr. Connor, I can manage."


    Connor cleared his throat awkwardly. He quickly retracted his hand and nodded. "Alright."


    Cam took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions, and managed a calm smile. "Mr. Connor,


    I’ll put it on in the restroom." Without waiting for a response, she hurried out, her high heels clicking


    sharply along the corridor.


    Connor watched her leave, his heart twisting slightly in difort. What was that about?


    The door closed softly behind her. Cam felt weak in the knees, the image from moments ago


    shing unexpectedly through her mind. She gripped the ne tightly, forcing herself to calm


    down.


    After adjusting her breathing, she walked to the restroom and stood in front of the mirror. Slowly,


    she managed to fasten the ne, which glittered attractively around her neck.


    She gently touched the ne, her gaze falling on the pendant engraved with the letter C. Was


    this supposed to be her initial?