Chapter 93

The neighborhood might be older, but it had undeniable charm. Given the astronomical property prices downtown, this place was easily worth two to three billion dors.

Camille Hartwell didn’t have that kind of money right now.

Damien Harrington had just gotten home, loosening his tie. He seemed amused by her question, raising an eyebrow. "Planning to pay me for the villa?"

"Yeah, I—"

"Save it." He tossed his tie onto the dresser. "I can afford to give you that."

Then he set his watch down and walked into the bathroom without another word.

Camille stared after him, momentarily stunned. She had always been careful not to impose on him since their marriage. That was why she never asked him for anything.

Now that she thought about it, this villa was the only thing Damien had ever given her willingly in all these years. Maybe it was a parting gift—something to mark the end of their marriage.

With that thought, she tucked the deed into her drawer.

The next three days passed in a blur of work. On the fourth day, she finally had a break.

Both she and Damien had been swamped lately, leaving little time for Chloe. At noon, the little girl called, asking if Camille could pick her up from school. It had been ages since she’d done that.

With most of her work wrapped up, Camille left early and drove to Chloe’s school in the afternoon. Chloe begged for a home-cooked meal, so the moment they got back, Camille changed and headed straight to the kitchen.

Helena Harrington was thrilled to see Camille home early. When she noticed her cooking, she immediately called Damien. "Come home for dinner."

"I’m working, Grandma."

Helena’s face darkened at first, then brightened with an idea. She hung up and turned to Camille. "Take dinner to his office, dear."

Camille hesitated. "If he’s busy, we shouldn’t disturb him."

"Busy or not, he still needs to eat. Right?"

"Grandma—"

Before she could argue, Helena clapped her hands. "It’s settled!"

With that, she ordered Marianne and the staff to prepare extra dishes. Her enthusiasm left Camille no room to protest.

But there was one problem—Camille had no idea which office Damien was at today. How was she supposed to deliver dinner?

For all she knew, he might have other plans after work. She’d just be wasting her time.

Seizing a moment when Helena was distracted, Camille slipped upstairs and called Damien. He didn’t answer right away.

When he finally picked up, his voice was clipped. "What is it?"

"Grandma wants me to bring you dinner tonight."

Before he could respond, she added, "If you already have plans, I’ll tell her."

She was certain he wouldn’t want her showing up at his office. This call was just so they could both avoid an awkward situation.

"I do. Just tell her—"

Then, another voice cut in. "I brought dinner, Damien."

Camille froze.

"Okay," Damien replied to the woman—Selene Lancaster.

Then, back to the phone, he said, "Tell Grandma I already have dinner plans."

Camille wasn’t surprised. "Loud and clear. I’ll let her know."

"Good." He ended the call.