Chapter 192: Richard’s Secret (1)
Cammy shifted uncomfortably in the golf cart, her body restless beside Greg as they cruised back to the mansion. Every bump in the road made her squirm, her agitation growing with each passing second.
By the time they reached the grand estate, her walk was stiff, awkward—so unnatural that Greg couldn’t pretend not to notice anymore.
He abruptly halted, tightening his grip on her hand, forcing her to stop as well. His sharp gaze locked onto hers. "What’s wrong?" he demanded, his voice low but firm.
Cammy exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes before crossing her arms over her chest. "I’m not used to walking without underwear, Greg. It’s uncomfortable. And airy." Her tone was filled with frustration as she shot him a withering glare.
"This is your fault! Who just tosses someone’s panties to the ground—dirty ground—without even thinking? It was so dusty in there."
Greg dragged a hand down his face, biting back a laugh. He knew better than to let it slip, but God, she looked so adorably flustered. Still, she was genuinely upset, and the last thing he wanted was to make it worse.
His hands found her arms, rubbing them gently, his voice laced with apology. "I swear, I didn’t know it hadn’t been cleaned in a while. I pay someone to take care of that, and I’m sure there’s a reason why it was overlooked. I’ll buy you a new pair."
Cammy’s eyes snapped shut as she inhaled deeply, barely restraining her irritation. "That’s not the point, Greg! I am walking through this mansion, in this dress, with absolutely nothing underneath!" Her breath shuddered as she let it out, frustration and embarrassment warring inside her.
She shook her head, unwilling to argue any further. "You know what? Forget it. Let’s just get through this damn dinner and go home."