Cammy’s eyes flickered between Greg’s, her heart pounding in her chest as if urging her to finally give him the answer he was hoping for.
Greg noticed the slight hitch in her breath, a clear sign of her nervousness. Unlike before, he didn’t want to push her. This ti, he wanted her decision to co from her own heart, free from pressure.
Gently, he cupped her face, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before leaning in until their foreheads touched. Closing his eyes, he spoke softly, "If you need ti, take all the ti you need. There’s no rush."
He paused, his tone calm and reassuring. "But whether you decide to stay here or take the apartnt Ric ntioned, let at least assign a security team for you. I’ll also hire two female bodyguards who can double as your cook and housekeeper if that’s what you choose. Your safety and comfort are what matter most to ."
"Greg, I really want to say yes," Cammy began, her voice soft but conflicted. "But Ric’s aunt is like a mother to —she’s been such a good friend, and now that Duncan knows I’m alive, it’s only a matter of ti before he tells my mother. If I move in here, she’ll find out and start a fight with .
I already have a lot on my plate and as much as possible I don’t want to give my mother a reason to add more problems than I currently have now."
She took a deep breath before continuing, "I don’t want you to worry either, so I’ll accept your offer of the bodyguards and take Ric’s offer on the apartnt. My landlords will be nearby, and so will Eve and her daughter, who plays with Dylan. I think we’ll be fine there. Does that sound fair?"
Greg let out a long sigh, his lips curving into a strained smile. "Yes, I suppose it does. But I’ll make sure you have security around the clock, and you’re not allowed to complain about it. Understood?"
Cammy smiled warmly, her heart full of gratitude. Without a word, she slowly wrapped her arms around Greg, catching him so off guard that he froze for a mont, completely taken aback by her unexpected embrace.
"C-Cammy, am I understanding this right?" Greg stamred, his voice unsteady.
"Don’t overthink it," Cammy replied gently. "I’m just saying thank you. Thank you, Greg... for everything." She stepped back, releasing him from her hug. "Since you’ve already told Duncan and your father that I’m your girlfriend, let’s go with it. But rember, it’s just for appearances—in public, not in private. Are we clear?"
Greg exhaled heavily, his expression showed total disappointnt. "So, I guess what happened between us the other night ant nothing to you. You didn’t feel what I felt, did you?"
His words cut deep, leaving Cammy’s heart aching. She wanted to take them back, to erase the hurt in his voice, but she knew it wasn’t the right ti. "Greg, let’s stay focused on what matters," she said carefully. "We agreed to help each other with our goals—your revenge, and mine. That’s what this is about, rember?"
"Are you having second thoughts after seeing Duncan today?" Greg asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"No! Absolutely not," she responded quickly and firmly, full of conviction and her voice unwavering.
Greg’s lips curled into a smirk, amused by her sharp denial. "Good. That’s all I need to know. Let’s have dinner first before I drive you to your new place."
Cammy nodded and they made their way to the dining room. A short while later, Dylan joined them after Greg had one of the maids call him back for dinner.
"Mommy! Uncle Greg’s house is amazing! There are so many kids I can play with. Can we stay here?" Dylan asked excitedly.
Cammy glanced over at Greg and caught him beaming, his wide smile making it clear he wholeheartedly approved of Dylan’s suggestion.
"No, dear," Cammy said softly. "We’re going to live next to our landlords and Aunt Eve. But don’t worry, Cassey will be close enough to play with you." She paused before saying, "By the way, Dylan, would you mind moving in with again instead of staying at boarding school?"
Dylan’s face dropped into a frown. "Why? Am I being a bad boy there?".
Cammy waved her hands reassuringly. "No, no, not at all! You’ve been wonderful. I just miss you so much and thought maybe you missed too and might want to leave the dormitory.
"I miss you too, Mommy," Dylan said, his voice sincere. "But I like it there. I’ve made friends, and I like my classmates. We also have fun activities after school, and I’m learning so many new things."
"But–"
"It’s okay, Cammy," Greg interrupted gently. "I’m the top sponsor of that school. I can make arrangents to ensure Dylan has security without disrupting his daily routine. I’ll add more security caras and notify the administration about the situation so they can stay vigilant as well."
"Are you sure that’s alright?" Cammy asked hesitantly.
"Absolutely," Greg replied. "The school owner has been a close friend of mine since childhood, which is why I’m such a big supporter of the school."
"Alright," Cammy agreed, "but I want to co with you when you talk to the administration. I’d like to explain the situation to them myself."
"Of course," Greg said with a nod. "We can go together when Dylan returns to school on Wednesday."
"Mommy, can we stay here until I go back to school? We’re already here, and I still want to play with the kids. Plus, Uncle Greg promised to play football and go swimming with ," Dylan pleaded, his eyes wide with excitent.
"But we don’t have any clothes here. Uncle Ric already sent all our things to the new apartnt," Cammy replied.
Greg cleared his throat loudly, drawing their attention. "Actually... that’s not an issue," he said with a small smile.
Cammy frowned in confusion. "What do you an it’s not a problem? We need clothes to change into."
Greg, seemingly unfazed, replied casually as he started eating, "When we decided to renovate the apartnt building, I figured you and Dylan might end up staying here for a while. So, I did so shopping."
Cammy raised an eyebrow. "Don’t tell you also prepared the room we’re staying in?" she asked, her tone half-teasing.
Greg paused mid-bite, glancing up at her with a sheepish look.
Cammy’s jaw dropped as she gasped loudly, covering her mouth with both hands. "No way—you didn’t!"
Greg scratched the back of his head, chuckling awkwardly. "Well... yeah, I did. How did you guess? I set up a jungle-thed room for Dylan, similar to his room in your apartnt. It’s not overly elaborate since there wasn’t much ti, but I made sure it’s sothing he’d enjoy."
"I have a jungle room here?" Dylan asked, his eyes lighting up with excitent at the thought.
Cammy shook her head, smiling as she said, "Let’s eat first, and then we’ll check out what you’re talking about. Honestly, Greg, I can’t believe you sotis. You plan so far ahead! That must have cost you a fortune, and you didn’t have to do that."
Greg calmly sliced into the at on his plate, replying with a shrug, "When has money ever been an issue for ? Besides, spending it on you and Dylan makes happy."
Unaware of the effect his words had, Greg continued eating, while Cammy found herself staring at him, deeply moved by his thoughtfulness.
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