Chapter 155
After breakfast, the driver started the car.
Upon reaching the airport, the driver got out and retrieved two suitcases from the trunk. Camila, quick on her feet, grabbed one in each hand.
“Let me help.” Connor reached over to take the suitcases from her hands and headed towards the airport.
Camila paused momentarily. Watching him carry the suitcases, she quickly followed him into the airport.
“Mr. Connor, I can take those,” Camila said, reaching to take the suitcases back.
As a secretary, it was her responsibility to handle such tasks, and it seemed inappropriate for Connor to carry the luggage.
“I got it,” Connor replied calmly.
Inside the airport, Camila saw Alan and the interpreter. Alan quickly approached, took the suitcases from Connor, and said, “Mr. Connor, I’ll take these.”
Connor let go of the suitcases. Alan took them, and the group headed to the private check–in lane to proceed with their formalities.
“Mr. Connor, you go ahead to the lounge. I’ll handle the check–in,” Alan said, glanced at Camila hesitantly, and decided to keep the laptop bags with him.
Connor nodded and headed to the VIP lounge.
“Alan, I can carry those,” Camila said, seeing him with three laptop bags and immediately reaching out to take them.
Alan looked at Connor, then back at Camila with a smile, “It wouldn’t be gentlemanly to let a lady carry heavy bags.”
“Thank you, but I can manage. It’s not heavy,” Camila insisted, reaching for the bags.
“Camila,” Connor glanced back at Camila, motioning for her to keep up.
“Right away,” Camila responded.
“Don’t keep Mr. Connor waiting, hurry,” Alan urged.
“Thank you,” Camila quickly followed Connor’s steps.
Alan watched them walk away and sighed, “Ah, poor me.” Hearing this, the interpreter immediately took a bag from him.
They entered the lounge, and Connor sat down on a sofa.
Camila asked, “Mr. Connor, would you like some coffee or tea?”
Connor shook his head and closed his eyes to rest.
The group boarded the first–class cabin, with Connor’s and Camila’s seats next to each other.
This was Camila’s first trip abroad. She leaned against the window, excitedly watching the clouds.
During the steady flight, Connor asked Alan for some documents and focused on reviewing them.
Camila turned her face and quietly watched him for a few seconds. The man she liked was a genius, but also very hardworking. His good looks were just the least significant of his many qualities. She wished to stay by his side, to be closer to him, so she turned away and opened her laptop to review materials for the upcoming business meeting at the mall.
Just then, a flight attendant approached Connor, krielt down, and asked what he wanted to drink, “Sir, what would you like to drink?”
*Coffee, Connor replied indifferently, not even lifting his gaze.
In the galley, the flight attendants had already been eagerly discussing the young and handsome wealthy man, vying to serve him. Finally, through a game of rock–paper–scissors, she won this opportunity.
She was not satisfied with just a brief response. “Right away,” the flight attendant said with a pleasant smile. “Is there anything else you need, sir?”
“You’re interrupting my reading,” Connor said, slightly frowning at the cheerful flight attendant.
The flight attendant paused, surprised by his reaction. “I’m sorry.” She rose awkwardly and immediately went to Carrilla, knelt down, and asked what she would like to drink. Camila requested a glass of water, then quietly turned to gaze at the man, her eyes filled with tenderness.