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Camila finished off two mini cakes and said to Connor, “I’m going to the restroom.”
Connor nodded in response.
With her phone in hand, Camila walked over to the cashier. “Hi, could I get the check, please?”
The cashier paused, seemingly surprised that a woman was paying, but then smiled and printed out the receipt.
Camila took the receipt, glanced at it, and nearly gasped aloud. The bill read: “Total $1,183.18, including a 15% service charge.”
She clenched her teeth secretly, gave the cashier a polite yet awkward smile, and opened the payment app on her phone. With a soft “béep,” the payment went through. Camila felt as though her heart was being sliced open again.
She took a deep breath, trying to appear nonchalant. “Could you tell me where the restroom is?”
“Madam, turn left up ahead.”
“Thank you.”
After finishing up an email, Connor casually said to a nearby waiter, “Check, please.” His voice was calm and composed as if this was the most ordinary thing.
However, the waiter looked slightly bewildered and said, “The lady who was with you has already paid.”
Connor was momentarily taken aback, not having expected Camila to pay. He frowned slightly. He hadn’t really intended for her to pay.
Camila returned from the restroom and sat back down. “Are we ready to leave?” she asked softly.
Connor nodded and pocketed his phone.
“Should I drive?” Camila asked.
“You drive back to Belleview Heights. I need to head back to the office this afternoon,” Connor replied.
“Then I’ll drop you off at the office first,” Camila suggested.
“No need.”
On the drive, Camila focused on the road. After practicing all morning, she had gotten quite familiar with the car and drove with increasing confidence.
Suddenly, she remembered something she needed to tell Connor. “Mr. Connor, I need to go to the hospital for a check–up tomorrow morning, so I won’t be able to come over for the kickboxing practice.”
Connor, who had been resting his eyes, opened them slightly at her words and frowned. He turned to look at Camila, concern in his eyes. “Are you feeling alright? Why are you going to the hospital?”
Camila felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze and shook her head. “It’s just a routine check–up, nothing to worry about.”
In truth, she was uncertain about her heart condition and wanted to wait for the test results.
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Soon, the car smoothly pulled up in front of Belleview Heights. Camila let out a sigh of relief before getting out of the car.
She stood by the roadside, checking the pristine Bentley. There were no scratches or dents, which made her quite relieved.
Connor adjusted his seat slightly after taking the driver’s seat, and looked at Camila through the window.
Camila smiled and waved at him. “Mr. Connor, goodbye for now. Drive safely.”
Connor nodded gently, started the car, and drove off. Through the rearview mirror, he saw Camila standing there, watching him drive away
Once the car was far enough, Camila rubbed her slightly sore wrists. She felt she had done quite well. At least she hadn’t scratched or bumped the car into anything.