Chapter 91

Damien was present too. So Camille refrained from any impulsive actions or words.

Gabriel approached, but he bypassed Camille completely. Instead, he addressed Damien directly with a practiced smile. "What an unexpected pleasure, Mr. Harrington. Fancy seeing you here again."

Damien returned the smile politely. "Indeed. Quite the coincidence."

"I've been meaning to take you to dinner, Mr. Harrington," Gabriel continued smoothly. "But my schedule has been rather hectic lately."

"No need for apologies, Mr. Ashcroft," Damien replied. "I understand how demanding your position can be."

Of course Gabriel was busy. Otherwise, he would have started working at Harrington Technologies after their initial meeting a month prior.

Malcolm also sought to establish a connection with Damien. Noticing that Damien didn't object to Gabriel ignoring Camille, he took it as permission to approach.

Rosalie followed his lead. After exchanging pleasantries with Damien, Malcolm turned to Camille. "Hello, Cami."

Camille remained silent.

Malcolm didn't press further, shifting his full attention back to Damien. After concluding their conversation, they returned to Damien's side without acknowledging Camille.

The group then entered the restaurant together.

Gabriel watched their retreating figures with growing frustration. "It's like you're invisible to them."

Camille shrugged indifferently. "Let's go. Our business partner is waiting."

As evening fell, Camille found herself working late again. At nearly 7:00 pm, Helena called to inquire about her return time.

Under normal circumstances, Camille would have gone home earlier with Helena visiting. But her project required immediate attention, and she couldn't bring herself to abandon it now.

After a brief hesitation, Camille replied, "I'm sorry, Grandma. I have to work late tonight."

Helena sighed. "You and Damien are both so busy. How will you ever move your relationship forward at this rate?"

Did that mean Damien would be home tonight too?

"I'm sorry, Grandma," Camille repeated.

"At least promise you'll eat something, no matter how busy you are."

"I will." After hanging up, Camille's takeout arrived. She worked straight through until 10:00 pm before finally leaving the office.

Having not driven today, Camille had arranged for her driver half an hour earlier. He should have arrived by now.

Descending to the lobby, Camille spotted the waiting car - but it wasn't her usual driver. Damien's vehicle stood there instead, with Damien himself in the backseat.

When Camille hesitated, Damien rolled down the window. "Grandmother insisted I give you a ride."

Accepting the inevitable, Camille circled the car and took the same seat she'd occupied that morning.

The car merged smoothly into the nighttime traffic. Silence settled between them once more.

Damien remained engrossed in his phone, paying Camille no attention until she broke the quiet.

"Did they agree?" she asked.

She was referring to her request about keeping Selene's uncle from moving in. Damien's odd expression that morning suggested Selene had consented.

But what about the others?

Damien didn't look up from his phone. "They did."

Camille hesitated before pressing forward. "I want to buy the villa. Is that acceptable?"

This would finally resolve her dilemma.

Damien paused, then turned to study her. "You may."

Relief washed over Camille. "Thank you."

Damien simply nodded. "Of course."