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Chapter 2476
Nick lifted his eyelids to look at her and turned around. “It has nothing to do with that
incident.”
He knew that the ‘witches‘ were Cameron’s prank.
Cameron might be cocky, but she was not evil enough to resort to that kind of trick to
destroy his reputation. Even Cameron and those ‘witches‘ became other people’s tools
against him in the end.
Someone had taken advantage of Cameron’s prank, causing that incident to get exposed
afterward, and he was labeled as a “playboy.”
However, it had been many years, and he had already forgotten about it. Those “grudges”
he had against her had vanished as well.
When Nick did not hear Cameron’s voice for a long while, he turned his head around to look
at her.
Cameron had already fallen asleep on the table. She was sleeping so soundly that even the
noises around her could not wake her up.
Nick looked at her and observed her face. He remembered that when he met the rumored
young heir of the Southerns in the East Islands, he felt that she looked like a girl, but he
soon rejected the idea as soon as it took shape in his head.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRight now, he just wanted to laugh at himself. Why did he discard the idea in the first
place?
Would everything happen differently if he had realized that she was a girl?
Waylon couldn’t get through to Cameron, so he came to the martial arts center. The martial
arts center should have been closed by now if it were normal time, but all of the lights were
still on right now.
He pushed the door open and went inside. A group of people was lying unconsciously on the
table after drinking themselves drunk, while those who were still sober were cleaning the
area.
“Where is Cameron?” asked Waylon.
The person cleaning the table looked toward the direction of the window and said, “There
she is.”
Waylon turned his head around and saw that Cameron was sleeping on the table with Nick’s
jacket draped over her shoulders.
He frowned and walked toward Cameron. He took the jacket away and placed it on the back
of the chair. After that, he scooped Cameron up from the chair.
Cameron’s head fell sideways, and she leaned on his shoulder. She mumbled, “I don’t
want to drink anymore… I need to go back.”
Waylon glanced at her and softly said, “You still know you need to go home. I thought you
had already forgotten about it.”
He carried her into the car.
When they arrived at Emperon, Waylon carried her into their room. He put her on the bed
and helped her to take off her shoes.
Cameron opened her eyes, and the figure of the man before her slowly became clearer in
her vision under the dimly lit light. “Wayne?” she said.
“Yeah?” Waylon replied, “Are you awake now?”
“Ugh, my head. It hurts.” Cameron turned around and wrapped her arms around his waist.
She rested her head on his lap, and he froze.
He coiled his finger around her hair and asked, “Why did you still want to drink so much if
you knew you were going to get a headache?”
“Wayne,” she called out to him again.
“I’m here,” he replied.
Cameron smiled at him, and perhaps because she had drunk a little too much, she looked
just like a little kitty right now.
“Merry Christmas.”
He gazed deeply at her reddened cheek and said, “There is still an hour before Christmas.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe replied, “I don’t care.”
Waylon stroked her cheek and said, “Alright, alright.”
“Wayne.”
“Yeah?”
“I…” Her voice was getting lower.
Waylon leaned forward, but before he could hear clearly what she was saying, her voice was
drowned out by the fireworks outside of the window.
She slept peacefully throughout the entire night while Waylon took care of her.
The next day, Cameron felt like someone was hammering her head with a sledgehammer.
She saw that there was a cup of water on the side of the bed, so she took it and finished it
in one gulp.
She came downstairs, and Waylon was preparing breakfast.
“Morning,” she greeted Waylon, her voice hoarse.
He put the breakfast on the table and said, “Here. Take this before you eat breakfast.”
Cameron sat down and began drinking the soup. When something came into her head, she
asked, “Did you go to pick me up last night?”
“Of course.” Waylon lifted his eyelids to look at her. “Do you know how drunk you were last
night? Were you not worried that other people might take you back to their house?”
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