Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband Chapter 1379: 1379: Eat All of These

Chapter 1379: Chapter 1379: Eat All of These

“I’ve already sent it off.”

…

Camila Walker was startled again.

It had been sent to the school already? Who sent it?

On closer inspection, Camila Walker noticed that the man, although lying beside her, was fully clothed…

Did that an he had gotten up early? But why hadn’t he woken her up?

Without ti for further thought, Camila Walker hurriedly got dressed, then rushed downstairs, not even having ti for breakfast, and was about to change her shoes at the entry hall.

“Eat breakfast first!”

Just as she was about to bend down, Clayton Howard pulled her back.

Camila Walker was already in a panic; how could she be concerned about eating breakfast?

“I can’t eat now, it’s too late!” She tried to break free from his grip in her haste, but failed to shake off his hand. Instead, he picked her up and carried her directly towards the restaurant.

“What are you doing!?” She scread in shock.

“Eat breakfast.”

Clayton Howard recalled how she hadn’t had stomach problems before and couldn’t help wondering if it was these last five years of skipping als that had caused her stomach damage.

Thinking back, she had watched helplessly as he fell off the cliffside. At that ti, she must have thought he was dead, probably hadn’t eaten for many days, and must have spent every day in pain and agony.

He couldn’t imagine how she, who loved him so deeply, had endured those excruciating days.

“I’m already late, I don’t have ti for breakfast!” Camila Walker struggled against him. It was almost 9 PM, and she had no ti to eat anything!

“Since you’re going to be late anyway, it doesn’t matter if it’s earlier or later.” Ignoring her struggles, Clayton Howard seated her in the restaurant and served her a bowl of porridge, then passed a sandwich from the plate in front of her.

“Finish all of this.”

Seeing his subtle gestures, Camila Walker was fully aware that this man truly cared about her.

It must have been last night, when he noticed her stomach discomfort, that he insisted she have breakfast.

Reflecting on this, Camila Walker bowed her head and obediently started eating the porridge in her bowl, followed by two sandwiches.

Just like he said, she was already late, so ten more minutes wouldn’t make much difference.

After quickly finishing breakfast, Clayton Howard personally took Camila Walker to the company.

He dropped her off in front of Walker Group’s Building and drove away.

However, it was then that his cell phone began to ring.

“Hello?”

“Young Master, when can you return?” Housekeeper Harrison’s voice ca through the phone, tinged with worry.

“I’m not certain yet.”

Upon hearing this, the anxiety in the housekeeper’s voice seed to deepen.

“Young Master, you… aren’t planning on not coming back, are you?”

Clayton Howard frowned, “Why would you say that?”

On the phone, Housekeeper Harrison sounded uneasy.

After all, the Young Master was once British, and his return to England must have been to look for Lady Walker.

What would happen to Lady Nina if that were true? And what about KM Group?

Master had put all his bets on Young Master Leon; it couldn’t all be for nothing!

“Young Master, actually… before Grandpa passed away, he left sothing with , sothing concerning your ancestry…”

Hearing this, Clayton Howard’s pupils shrank.

Sothing about his ancestry?

“What is it?”

“It is a letter written by Grandpa himself on his deathbed.”

Hearing this, Clayton Howard couldn’t help but want to clear up the whole affair.

Regarding the “Parent and Child” identification with Grandpa, if he was truly his grandson, then why was he British?