When Camilla was done bathing, she changed into a simple flay strapless gown. She took her time to eat the food she bought after which she climbed up to bed and turned on her phone.

Just then, the door knob twisted and pushed open, as Cyrus stepped into the room. His gaze quickly darted to Camilla on the bed and he sighed inwardly.

“You said you wanted to talk to me.” Camilla remembered, not sparing him a glance as her gaze was fixed on the phone.

“Do you usually visit men?”

Camilla frowned and paused to look at him, “Excuse me?”

Cyrus folded his arms, his jaw ticking. “I don’t...