Cam nced at the green light on the digital thermometer and smiled, "It''s almost 6 PM."


    She set the thermometer back on the nightstand. "Your fever''s gone."


    Connor sighed in relief. "Great, let''s go shopping."


    "All your clothes are washed, but we don''t have a dryer, so you don''t have anything to wear."


    Connor paused, a bit taken aback. All his life, his clothes had always been taken care of by servants. He never thought the woman he loved would wash them by hand. A wave of warmth washed over him. He gently took Cam''s hand, feeling its slight chill, and a surge of tenderness filled his heart.


    He tucked her hand under the covers and whispered, "Thank you for doing this. Don''t bother next time; it breaks my heart."


    Cam chuckled and teased, "I could''ve just used the washing machine, but your clothes are too fancy for that."


    "I''ll wash your clothes from now on," Connor said earnestly.


    He picked up his phone from the nightstand,y back on Cam''s legs, and quickly sent a message.


    Then, looking up at her with a gentle expression, he said, "I''ve got some clothes on the way. Let''s go out for a nice dinner and buy you some beautiful clothes and jewelry."


    Cam thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Let''s go see a movie instead."Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    Connor''s eyes lit up with excitement. "Sure, which one do you want to see? I''ll rent out the whole theater."


    Cam frowned slightly, "I know you''ve got money, but there''s no need to go overboard. Why rent out the whole theater for just us?"


    Connorughed. He gently tapped her nose and said, "Alright, we''ll do it your way."


    "I''ll go change," Cam said, motioning for him to get up while she ruffled his hair.


    Connor obediently sat up and


    walked to the balcony, where he saw


    his underwear hanging on the


    clothes rack. He felt a deep sense of othes


    belonging, like he was the rightful


    man of the house.


    The bathroom door opened, and Cam stepped out.


    She had changed into a long dress, its hem swaying like ripples in a pond, stunningly beautiful.


    Connor looked at Cam, a sh of


    amazement in his eyes. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist and chuckled, "Your boyfriend is really lucky."


    "I think so too," Cam smiled back.


    Connor picked up a coat and draped it over her shoulders. "It''s cold out, wear this."


    Cam slipped on the coat and said, "I''m going to put on some makeup. You go lie down on the bed. It''s chilly and you''re just wearing silk pajamas."


    "I''m not cold," Connor said as he held her hands in his warm palms.


    Cam frowned and gently pushed him onto the bed. "You just got over a fever, stay under the covers."


    She turned and walked to the vanity to start applying makeup.


    Connory back, hands behind his head, his gaze tenderly following each of Cam''s movements. For him, watching her do her makeup was a joy in itself. After she finished, Cam walked to the bed and looked down at Connor. She cupped his face in her hands and smiled, "Had enough yet?"


    Connor smiled softly, his eyes full of love, "Never enough."


    Ding-dong-


    "Your clothes have arrived," Cam said, letting go of his face. "I''ll go get them."


    Connor grabbed her hand, "I''ll go."


    Cam nced at his lower half and sighed, "Just stay put."