fantishu
Chapter 186
The only sound in the office was the flipping of papers.
Connor slumped onto the couch, casually scrolling through his phone, while Camila's figure busily moved in front of him.
'Did you do something to upset her?' David’s words echoed in his ears.
Connor thoughtfully opened Google. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.
**How to cheer up an angry woman**
Google suggested: Give her a small gift, cook her a meal, take her to a movie, etc.
A gift?
His slender fingers opened Messenger, finding Logan. [Is the necklace ready?]
Logan, who was in a meeting, saw Connor's message pop up and sighed in resignation. A designer presented the new seasonal concepts and felt his heart skip a beat upon hearing Logan's sigh.
Logan replied with a few words. [Almost done.]
Connor frowned, quickly replying, [Dragging your feet. No wonder Weiss Jewelry’s sales are down by 3% this quarter.]
"Fu..." Logan almost cursed out loud, completely annoyed.
'I'm never designing for you again!'
The designer trembled, questioning if his presentation was really that bad. He nervously finished presenting the concept.
Grinding his teeth, Logan typed, [I'll bring it over this afternoon.]
Connor didn’t reply. He looked up, and his gaze landed on Camila. She was illuminated by the sunlight at his desk, appearing almost radiant. He called out, “Camila.”
When his deep voice reached her, Camila’s fingers paused momentarily. Turning around, she met his gaze. Connor twirled his phone in his hand and asked, “Is there anything particular you’d like to eat?”
His dark eyes locked intently on hers. Camila, trying to maintain her composure, met his stare and shook her head with a slight smile, “No, thank you.”
Connor scratched his neck, pondering about suggesting a movie. Just as he was about to speak, Camila took the initiative and said, “Mr. Connor, I’ve sorted the documents. I have some other tasks to attend to. I’ll go handle them first.”
Connor swallowed the words he was about to say, nodding. “Go ahead.”
Camila exited, closing the door behind her.
Connor threw his phone carelessly onto the couch. What a useless thing Google was.
He turned to pick up a cigarette from the coffee table, sandwiched it between his fingers, and lit it up.
***
Back at her desk, Camila calmly drank some water. She quickly finished the glass, took a deep breath, and continued with her work.
At noon, the driver delivered lunch to the office. Camila sighed softly upon seeing two lunch boxes on her desk. She picked up the boxes and walked to Connor’s office. After placing the lunch on his desk, she returned to her own seat.
Connor noticed through the panoramic window that the lunch boxes on Camila's desk remained untouched, and furrowed his brow. He walked out of his office to Camila’s desk, asking, “Don’t you like today’s meal?”
Camila looked up at Connor, a faint smile on her face. “No, Mr. Connor. I’m just not very hungry today, so I didn’t eat.”
Connor paused for a few seconds before saying evenly, “Skipping meals will affect your salary.”
Camila stared at him. Tears welled up in her eyes.
'Please stop caring about me.' she thought.
She quickly bowed her head, grabbed the lunch box, and opened it. “Mr. Connor, I’ll eat. Please go on with your work.”
Connor said nothing more and turned back to his office.
Camila lowered her head, a bitter smile on her lips. Why did he keep doing this even when he had someone else on his mind?