Their eyes locked, and she could almost hear her own heartbeat echoing louder and louder, as if it was about to leap out of her chest. Her heart clenched painfully, a mix of remorse, guilt, and above all, love.


    She couldn''t stand the torment any longer. Grabbing an umbre, she dashed downstairs.


    At the door, her chest heaving, she opened the umbre and walked slowly towards Connor. His gaze never left her.


    When she reached him, she saw his clothes were drenched, clinging to him, his hair sticking wetly to his face.


    Her heart ached even more. She held the umbre over him and gently brushed his wet hair back, revealing his deep, expressive eyes.


    Her voice shook slightly, "Why are you still here?"


    Connor smiled softly, a tender light in his eyes, "I wanted to be with you."


    "Idiot," Cam choked out.


    She couldn''t run from her feelings anymore; she loved this man standing before her, regardless of any social differences. She wanted him!


    Taking a deep breath, she reached out to embrace him without hesitation.


    Connor gently pushed her away, his voice tender yet firm, "I''m soaked and cold; I don''t want you to get sick."


    "If you don''t hug me now, we''re done!" Cam pouted.


    Seeing the determination in her eyes and her tear-streaked face, Connor''s heart melted. He pulled her into a tight embrace, as if trying to fuse her into his very being.


    The rain continued its downpour, but their hearts were glowing with warmth.


    Hand in hand, they walked back to Cam''s ce, sshing through the puddles.


    Once home, Cam carefully dried Connor''s hair and body, then handed him a cup of hot tea, her voice full of concern, "Go take a hot shower, don''t catch a cold."


    Connor sipped the warming tea.


    Cam emerged from the bedroom, pressing a set of pajamas into his hands.


    Connor''s eyes lit up, a goofy grin spreading across his face.


    "These are the pajamas I wore in your lounge once. If it bothers you, just forget it."


    Connor''s smile turned yful, "You''ve been keeping my pajamas, huh?"


    Cam rolled her eyes, "Don''t get any ideas. I kept them because


    they''re too nice to throw away


    thought about making doll clothes with them, but I''ve been too busy." en.swhovels


    She urged him, "Go take a hot shower and change into dry clothes."Original content from N?velDrama.Org.


    Connor headed to the bathroom and shut the door.


    Turning on the shower, the warm water began to thaw his chilled body. He stood there for a moment,


    deep in thought, then resolutely turned the water cold.


    Connor gritted his teeth, enduring the icy st, and shivered.


    Heughed at himself, amused by his own childish antics, all for the sake of getting Cam to fuss over him. When he stepped out of the bathroom, Cam frowned slightly, "Why do you look even paler after the shower?"


    She touched his forehead gently, immediately noticing his unusually low body temperature.


    Her brow furrowed with worry, "Why are you still so cold? Wasn''t the water hot enough?"


    "I don''t know," Connor replied, trying to sound sincere.


    "Here, drink this cold remedy," Cam said, leading him to the couch and handing him the prepared drink.