Chapter 80

The eight shone on Cameron’s side profile, falling over the documents he held. It softened the sharp lines of his face.

It was very quiet, only the slight rustle of papers accompanying each page turn. She stood at the door, watching Cameron work earnestly in silence. She remained rooted to the spot, as if bewitched.

She didn't know how much time had passed before his familiar, deep voice rang in her ears, snapping her back to her senses. “How long will you stand there and gawk at me?” he asked.

Quinn hushed at being discovered, looking rather embarrassed. “Come in,” Cameron ordered. He put the documents away and finally looked up at her.

She entered the study meekly; the door closed automatically behind her. When she reached him, she asked softly, “Why did you come back so early today?”

“Finished work early,” he answered. He reached out, pulling her onto his lap and into his arms.

Quinn had been a little nervous at first, but she relaxed completely when she leaned against his chest. It felt like habit.

“I went to attend a reunion tonight,” Quinn explained. She told him about her evening.

He leaned his chin on top of her head, sounding unusually gentle.

“I won’t go again. I’ll just wait at home for you every day,” she said.

Cameron asked, “Why? Didn’t you have fun?”

It wasn’t just that she hadn’t had fun. Quinn didn’t answer him. Instead, she turned and kissed him.

When she woke up, it was already broad daylight. As she had expected, Cameron had already left.

She turned on her phone and saw several missed calls from the same, unfamiliar number. Who had called her so many times so early in the morning? She called back, feeling confused.

The phone rang thrice before someone picked up. Before she could speak, she heard a woman’s bright, clear voice on the other end. “Are you finally answering your phone, Quinn?”

“Wh–who are you?” Quinn was utterly confused by the woman’s aggressive tone.

“What? You’re already thinking of ways to seduce my fiancé. Are you really going to pretend you don’t know who I am?”

“Zoe?” Quinn finally realized who she was.

“Hmph! I guess you really are planning to take my fiancé away from me.”

Quinn was exasperated by Zoe’s paranoia.

“I won’t beat around the bush. Come to The Bus at 2:00 pm this afternoon. I have something to tell you,” Zoe said.

“If you have anything to say, you can do it over the phone.”

“How can I make myself clear over the phone? We’ve agreed on the time, so you’d better be punctual and not keep me waiting. I’m not a patient person,” Zoe said. She hung up at once, without giving Quinn a chance to refuse.

Quinn looked at the black screen of her phone and sighed inwardly. It seemed that trouble would come looking for her even if she wanted to avoid it. These were things she needed to be clear about. She didn’t want to be continuously treated as an enemy.