Chapter 203


    "Cam, I remember you saying you had no ns for marriage."


    Connor''s voice was hoarse, and each word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat with difficulty.


    Cam slightly turned her head away, not letting him see her tear-filled eyes.


    "I''ve changed my mind," she whispered, her voice trembling.


    Connor''s throat felt as if it was being choked, and he was struggling for air.


    "So, is your recent aloofness towards me because you were afraid your boyfriend would


    misunderstand our rtionship?"


    He tried to make his voice sound as natural as possible.


    Cam held back the sourness in her nose, bit her lip, and firmly replied, "Yes."


    That single word seemed to use up all her strength.


    Connor gave a coldugh, "Fine, very well..."


    His gaze on Cam was chilling even in the hot weather.


    He stuffed the ne he had been clutching into his jeans pocket and walked away.


    Bang—


    The moment the door closed.


    Cam copsed to the floor, tears uncontrobly streaming down, heavily hitting the carpet.


    She forcefully wiped her tears, slowly got up, and walked towards the dressing table, where


    the ne he had given her was.


    She hurried to the dressing table, her eyes frantically scanning the surface.


    There was no box and no trace of the ne!


    Her heart sank, a bad premonition sweeping over her.


    She frantically searched through everything on the table, her palms sweating, her mind in chaos.


    The ne seemed to vanish into thin air!


    She knelt on the floor and moved the table and chairs around, searching everywhere.


    She turned the entire dressing room inside out, sparing no corner, yet still, the ne was


    nowhere to be found.


    Her heart raced, her frantic emotions preventing her from thinking clearly.


    She felt a desperate pain as if her heart was being torn apart.


    At that moment, the makeup artist walked in through the door and saw Cam frantically searching


    on the floor.


    The artist spoke slowly, guilt in her voice, "Ma''am, I''m sorry. I went out to get a box, and when I


    came back, the ne was no longer on the table."


    Hearing the makeup artist''s apology, Cam felt even more panicked and desperate.


    She suddenly looked up, her eyes full of terror and helplessness.


    "When did this happen?" her voice trembled.


    The makeup artist, unsettled by Cam''s distraught state, replied, "I''m sorry, I took a call, then


    realized we needed a box. I went to find one, and when I returned, the ne was gone."


    Cam''s face turned pale, her gaze hollow as she stared at the makeup artist.


    The artist bit her lip, saying, "I canpensate you. I''m really sorry!"


    Cam weakly shook her head.


    "If only there were cameras in the dressing room..." the artist muttered.


    Cameras!


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    There were none in the dressing room, but there were some in the hallway.


    Cam quickly left the dressing room and headed toward the security office.


    A glimmer of hope ignited in her heart.


    Upon reaching the security office, she exined the situation to the staff and asked to view the


    hallway footage outside the dressing room.


    The staff nodded and started the yback.


    Cam watched the screen intently, her palms sweating.


    Time seemed to stretch, each second torturous for Cam.


    After the makeup artist left, a colleague carrying materials from a ribbon-cutting ceremony entered


    and quickly left.


    After that, it was just Connor and her.


    Cam quickly grabbed her phone, her hands shaking as she dialed her colleague''s number.


    "When you brought the materials into the dressing room, did you see a ne on the dressing


    table?" she asked urgently, unable to stop her trembling hands.


    The colleague paused, recalling, "I was carrying a lot of things and identally knocked a few


    lipsticks off the table. They all fell on the floor, and I picked them up."