Novel Sweet
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After getting into the car, Camila pulled out a bag of cookies, turned around, and said, “Mr. Connor, I baked these cookies myself.”
Connor stared at the cookies in her hand. His gaze intensified as his fingers unconsciously tapped on his knee. So, the cookies that appeared at the breakfast table were made by her? Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.
He smiled slightly, and the hand resting on his thigh slowly lifted.
When Connor didn’t take them, Camila suddenly remembered how David had quietly moved the cookies away at breakfast.
Connor didn’t like sweets. How could she have forgotten? She almost made a basic mistake.
She quickly retracting her hand holding the cookies, and apologized, “Ah! Sorry, I forgot you don’t eat sweets.”
Connor’s outstretched hand paused mid-air, quickly brushing through his hair. His gaze drifted towards the car window as he murmured softly, “Yeah.”
“I totally got it Now.” Camila nodded vigorously before turning to sit up straight.
She smiled at the driver and said, “Hey, these are for you. David also said they were delicious.”
“Thank you, Camila. I will enjoy them,” the driver responded with a smile.
Connor continued to stare out the window, scoffing.
“Is Mr. Connor in a bad mood today?” Camila whispered to the driver. Her lips barely moved.
The driver shrugged, glanced at the rearview mirror, and smirked.
Back at the office, Camila distributed cookies to her colleagues. From his office, Connor watched through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows as Camila was surrounded by a crowd of people. The scene was lively, with some even giving thumbs up. Although he couldn’t hear what they were saying, he could guess they were praising her.
His brow furrowed. Then he pressed a button, and the clear glass turned frosted.
Out of sight, out of mind.
After organizing Connor’s schedule, Camila took some documents for him to sign. She knocked and entered the CEO’s office, where Connor was looking at the documents on his desk without lifting his head.
“Mr. Connor, these documents need your signature.” Camila placed them on one side of his desk.
As she closed the door, Connor scoffed coldly, feeling unappreciated after standing up for her, and giving her a place to stay. Where were his cookies?
Every Monday, Mr. Cash had to report to headquarters. Camila greeted him warmly, “Good morning, Mr. Cash.”
“Camila, didn’t you say last week that you would be back soon?” Mr. Cash looked dismayed.
Camila apologized, “I might have to stay here a bit longer…”
“Well, I can only console myself that Mr. Connor’s approval of you is also an approval of me,” Mr. Cash sighed.
“You have been a mentor in my career. With your help, I’ve been able to gradually adapt to the work here,” Camila sincerely said.