Chapter 190


    Cam replied, "He hasn''t left the office yet."


    A flicker of surprise crossed the driver’s eyes. Ten minutes ago, Connor messaged him that he was


    off work.


    “See you.” Cam nodded as she walked toward the curb.


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    “Hey, Cam, aren’t you getting in?” the driver asked.


    Cam shook her head. “I have ns with a friend.”


    The driver gave a meaningful grunt, looked up at the building, and sighed. It seemed Mr. Connor


    wasn’ting out anytime soon.


    These past few months of leaving work early almost made him forget that before Cam arrived, the


    boss wouldn’t leave until after ten at night. He returned to the driver’s seat and pulled the car over to


    the side.


    ***


    Cam had been waiting at the curb for a while before Erica finally arrived. She bent down to sit in


    the passenger seat.


    “Traffic on Fridays is just awful. Did you have to wait long?” Erica asked.


    Cam gave her a smile. “I just came down.”


    Erica, with her keen eyes, noticed a new ne around her neck. “Is that new?”


    Cam touched the ne, her expression somewhat distant. “Connor gave it to me as a reward


    for my trantion work in Saudi Arabia.”


    Erica clicked her tongue. “Not to sound materialistic, but they say a man’s heart is where his money


    is. Haylie’s was two million, and yours is, probably at most, twenty thousand.”


    Angrily, she added, “Ugh, what a jerk!”


    Cam rolled down the window, resting her head against the side, her long hair blowing in the wind.


    Her eyes were dim and lifeless like a shattered porcin doll.


    Erica nced at Cam, her eyebrows furrowed. After she took a deep breath, her tone lightened.


    “What do you feel like eating tonight? My treat, pick anything.”


    Cam rolled up the window. Forcing a smile, she looked at Erica. “Let’s go to my ce. I ordered


    some fondue.”


    “Sounds perfect,fortable home dining,” Erica said with a small smile, gently pressing on the


    elerator.


    Soon, they arrived at Cam’s apartment building and went upstairs together. They happened to


    meet the delivery guy in the elevator and took the fondue to the apartment.


    Ericaid out the fondue ingredients on the table, unpacking them one by one.


    Cam went to the kitchen, turned on the stove, and ced a pot on it, filling it with water.


    “I’ll go change into something morefortable, and I’ll also get you something so you don’t smell


    like food,” she said.


    Erica gave a thumbs-up and continued preparing the dips.


    Cam opened her wardrobe, and a set of men’s pajamas she once wore in Connor’s rest room


    unexpectedly caught her eye. She shook her head, pushing the thought away. She moved the


    men’s pajamas out of sight, took out two sets of loungewear, changed, and handed one to Erica.


    “Keep an eye on the broth while I change,” Erica said, taking the loungewear. Her eyes were still


    fixed on the fondue.


    Cam smiled, “Go on, then we can eat.”


    Soon, Erica had changed and came back out.


    “Here, have a drink first.” Cam handed Erica a soda, opened one for herself, and then lifted the lid


    of the pot.


    “Wow, that smells amazing!” Erica eximed, her appetite stirred.


    Cam smiled, scooped up a meatball with a spoon, and ced it in Erica’s bowl.


    Erica stabbed the meatball with her fork, took a bite, and the juice immediately squirted out, causing


    her to exim, “Ouch! That’s hot!”


    “Slow down.” Cam ced the soda in front of her. “Drink some soda. It’ll help with the burn.”


    Erica hissed, then suddenly remembered something. “On my way to pick you up, I ran into Craig


    and John doing a DUI checkpoint.”


    “And?” Cam listened as she picked up a piece of tofu.


    “Tomorrow, John ising with us to look at houses,” Erica said.


    Cam frowned slightly.