Chapter 392


    It Belongs to a Client He would have needed to prepare a few simple dishes or some fried eggs. After


    punching the code on the keypad to open the door, Ss entered and made his way straight to the


    kitchen as usual. However, today, he noticed a familiar figure in the kitchen and looked pleasantly


    surprised. Is this woman preparing breakfast?


    He increased his pace to walk toward the kitchen.


    It was most probably due to the humming of the cooker hood that she did not realize him walking toward


    her.


    When Ss took a good look of Cam, he was about to burst inughter for the weirdest reason


    because she was in full gear-she had her sses and her mask on while wearing a pair of gloves on top


    of being equipped with an apron as well. She held a spat while flipping the fried egg in the pan


    tentatively. The most observant element was that she seemed to have invested her energy because the


    fried egg was in a heart shape that was held in ce by a curved sliced sausage.


    The longer he stared at her, the more he wanted tough. She doesn’t even know how to cook, but she’s


    trying out the tricky stuff. She is the typical kind of student, who is eager to run before they can even


    walk.


    From the corner of Ss’s eyes, he noticed that there were a handful of sausages on the cutting board,


    which had been sliced through. It seemed that Cam had dedicated a lot of work to achieve three heart-


    shaped fried eggs.


    Furthermore, it seemed as if she had crushed an egg because there were remnants of the egg’s


    amniotic fluid on the board. Naturally, he turned to steal a nce at the trash can, and true enough, there


    were some broken eggshells in there. Just then, the fried egg sizzled and sent some oil in Cam’s


    direction, shocking her until she took a few steps backward. She stared fixedly at the fried eggs and


    looked like she was ready to fight someone. Finally, Ss burst out inughter and frightened her. She


    turned abruptly to face him. “Y-Y-You scared me! When did youe in?” He chuckled while leaning


    against the doorframe. “I just arrived. Why are you cooking?”? ”


    She answered innocently, “I can’t always be eating breakfast that you’ve prepared for me, can I? Look,


    don’t you think my heart-shaped fried eggs look good?” Although the fried eggs in the pan were slightly


    burned, she looked gleeful while pointing at it. He nodded. “It’s not bad at all.”


    Her clothing could have been an overkill and the kitchen was clearly in a mess, but it


    was undeniable that he was moved by her sincerity.


    Ss entered the kitchen while trying to take the spat from her. “Hand it to me.”


    Cam objected hastily, “No, no need. I’m done now. You should wake South up for breakfast.”


    He cackled while gently holding her head. Then, he kissed the exposed part of her forehead while


    quickly acknowledging her. “Sure, but you should be careful. Avoid being sttered by the oil.” She


    replied, “Okay, I’m done.” Ss turned to make his way to South’s bedroom. Upon entering the bedroom,


    the first thing he saw was the child in bed. South was curled up with his pouted lips underneath the quilt.


    His breathing was steady, apparent that he was still asleep. While ncing around the room, Ss


    caught sight of a suit hanging in the wardrobe. He was astounded when he saw that.


    In all honesty, he was already bewildered because he just couldn’t locate his lost suit from a few days


    ago. However, the suit showed up out of nowhere the next day. Hence, he disregarded the matter


    because he thought that his eyes could have been ying tricks on him. Nevertheless, he was now


    almost sure that a ‘thief’ was involved. Furthermore, it was most probably the same one who stole his


    heart. Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.


    Ss moved forward to caress the suit while checking its style. If my guess is correct, the little woman


    must have prepared this suit for me.


    He continued to stroke the suit as his lips subconsciously curled into a faint smile. Just when he smiled


    like a fool, Cam’s voice hissed from the door. “Don’t touch that!”


    “What? Whose is this?” He was shocked. Isn’t this for me?


    Cam answered without letting anything away. “It belongs to a client and it’s an urgent one. I’m afraid


    that I might not be able toplete some details, so I brought it home.”


    Ss felt as if someone threw a bucket of cold water at him. His once racing heart immediately calmed


    down. It turns out that this belongs to a client.