Never Truly Over Chapter 4
Chapter 4
The reception area of the presidential suite was covered with a thick, hand-sewn cashmere carpet that had been imported. Stepping on it felt like stepping on a fluffy cloud—soft and comfortable.
However, given Quinn’s situation, she didn’t feel comfortable, regardless of whether she was stepping on clouds or a cashmere carpet.
Cameron walked to the couch and sat down. Quinn followed, wanting to speak but unsure what to say. She wasn’t even sure if he had recognized her.
If Cameron hadn’t recognized her, her current silence and strange expression seemed somewhat laughable.
“Um… Mr. Sutton, what would you like for dinner? Would you prefer some Crestian cuisine or something else? We’ve prepared a menu; I’ll bring it over now.”
Although Quinn didn’t want to be a butler, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and fulfill her duties. After all, they each held the identities of a “VIP guest” and a “butler,” respectively.
She turned and walked to the bookshelf beside him. She took down a pre-prepared menu and presented it to him.
Perhaps Quinn had been too anxious and eager to display her professionalism, or maybe she felt too nervous in front of Cameron.
As a result, she was clumsy as she walked back to the couch, and she couldn’t avoid hitting her shin on the corner of the coffee table. The pain was so intense that she almost cried.
Quinn bent down and reflexively tried to soothe her injured shin. However, she realized she was still working.
She held back her tears, straightened up, and walked unsteadily toward Cameron. She presented the menu with both hands and said, “Mr. Sutton, please take a look.”
Cameron took the menu and browsed through it.
Quinn took advantage of this and quickly bent down to rub her injured shin with a pained expression.
Cameron was still reading when he suddenly asked, “Do you need to see a doctor?”
Realizing her actions had been discovered, Quinn quickly composed herself and stood up straight. “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Sutton. I’m fine. I just accidentally bumped my leg. I don’t need to see a doctor,” she replied.
As he walked over, Harry Campbell, Cameron’s assistant, said, “Mr. Sutton’s not asking if you need your leg checked, but rather your ears. You might have otolith syndrome, which could cause you to struggle with balance and make you feel dizzy.”
Quinn felt awkward and her face instantly flushed with embarrassment.
It turned out Cameron wasn’t concerned about her; he was mocking her for having “aging and blurred eyesight.”
Harry ignored Quinn’s incredulous expression and reported to Cameron, “Mr. Sutton, Ascend Group has arranged a welcome dinner for you. Mr. Smith Senior has personally invited you, so please make sure to attend.”
“Well, I’ve got to respect Mr. Smith Senior,” Cameron said, standing up. “Reply to him and tell him I’ll be there on time.”
“Yes, sir.” Harry nodded.
After Quinn heard that Cameron would be going out to dinner, she breathed a sigh of relief. He needed one less service, meaning she could spend less time interacting with him.
Cameron went into his room to change, and Quinn took the opportunity to ask Harry about Cameron’s schedule for the next few days. She learned that he had a full schedule and was practically unavailable except to sleep at the hotel at night.
This made her feel as though a heavy burden was lifted from her shoulders. At least she would have more freedom during the day.