Sitting on the edge of the fountain, Clayton Howard bought two cups of hot coffee, handing one to her.
After a period of time, Camila Walker's pale face had regained much of its color.
She took the coffee, politely saying, "Thank you."
Clayton Howard was taken aback once again. In the past, she probably wouldn't have uttered this thank you, right? She might have even disdainfully rejected the coffee he bought.
Sipping the hot coffee from the paper cup and watching the steam rise continuously, Camila Walker felt a kind of warmth and couldn't help but glance at Clayton Howard next to her.
"You all had left, so how come you were still there?"
Clayton Howard was startled, naturally unable to admit that the Young Master had instructed him to follow her; that would make her feel like he was surveilling her.
"I left something behind there, so I went back to get it," he said lightly, making up an excuse on the spot.
Camila Walker, holding the paper cup, said nothing more.
