Chapter 142: A Generous Gift
"You okay over there?" Cammy finally broke the silence, glancing at him before giving his knee a teasing squeeze. "Don’t tell me you’re pouting because I didn’t let you drive," she smirked.
Greg forced a half-hearted smile, placing his hand over hers before gently guiding it back to the wheel. "It’s not that," he murmured. "Just thinking about work. The emergency meeting earlier drained me."
Her brows furrowed. "Emergency meeting? What happened?"
Greg exhaled sharply. "Nothing serious. Just a delay in materials for the other projects." Then, as if shaking off the subject, he turned slightly to face her. "Anyway, are you excited for tomorrow?"
She caught the shift immediately—he wanted to steer the conversation elsewhere. Rather than press, she played along. "Yeah, I really am. I haven’t seen Ellie and Eve in ages. It’ll be good to catch up."
Greg nodded. "Ellie’s the resort manager, right? Think she’s still mad at me?"
Cammy chuckled. "Don’t worry about her." Reaching out impulsively to touch his face, her thumb grazing his cheek in a fleeting, intimate gesture. Greg stiffened, his heart skipping a beat. But just as quickly as she’d touched him, she withdrew her hand, returning it to the wheel as if nothing had happened.
’What the hell was that?’ Greg thought, utterly thrown off balance.
When they arrived at the mansion, they headed straight to the dining hall, where Dylan was already halfway through his meal.
"Sweetheart, why are you eating so early?" Cammy asked, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her son’s head.
"Because I’m sleepy, Mommy," Dylan mumbled, rubbing his tired eyes. "We decorated the garden today, and my arms hurt from blowing up the balloons. I wanna sleep right after dinner."