His Despicable Love Novel

Chapter 2 288 Vouchers Chapter 2 Cameron opened the door, and a beautiful woman in a white dress stepped inside. Muriel was stunned. It was Bonita Simpson-Cameron's ex-girlfriend. Wearing silver high heels, Bonita walked in slowly with some difficulty, leaning on Cameron for support. Now Muriel understood why Cameron had made her clean the floor. Bonita was coming over. She'd heard Bonita's name the day she started following Cameron around. That day, everyone around Cameron-himself included-had been stunned by Muriel's looks. She had Bonita's eyes. But their personalities were nothing alike.

Muriel had a killer body- alluring and sensual-while Bonita came across as innocent and pure. Over time, Muriel learned more about her. Bonita came from a well-off family but had leg problems since she was little, giving her a slight limp when she walked. Still, with her remarkable looks and perfect singing voice, she'd become a famous singer in her early teens. Cameron met her when he was eighteen and fell for her right away.

But he was the only son in his family, and they didn't want him to marry 0.00% 12.25 Chapter 2 288 iVouchers someone with a physical disability, so they forced them apart. In the end, Bonita faded from the music scene and moved overseas. Rumor had it that Bonita had always been obsessive about cleanliness. She cared deeply about her feet and her shoes-especially her favorite pairs-and couldn't stand even a speck of dust on them. Bonita soon made her way over to Muriel. Because of the cleaning, Muriel was still on both knees.

Bonita was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Cameron and said, "Wow, even the cleaning staff these days are so pretty?" The room broke into laughter. "That's not a cleaner," someone chimed in. "That's Cam's biggest simp, doing whatever she can to get close to him." Bonita raised a hand to cover the tip of her nose, looking at Muriel with clear pity. Cameron said to Muriel, "OK, that's enough. You can go." Hearing that, Muriel immediately glanced at his chest. That was strange. Why hadn't another crack formed?

As she was wondering, Cameron tapped the floor beside her with the toe of his shoe. "This part's still dirty. Come clean it." She looked over. Bonita was about to sit there, but there were faint traces of spilled alcohol nearby. Now she understood why the red thread hadn't broken. 23.96% ||| 12.25 Chapter 2 288 Vouchers She hadn't been cleaning the floor for Cameron's sake. It was for Bonita- his ex. Her effort had been wasted. Her mood dropped. She got to her feet and pointed behind her. "It's clean over there.

You can take her to sit there instead." The fact that she didn't just obey took everyone by surprise. Cameron included. "Are you giving me ord what now?" "I wouldn't say that," she replied. "Now that your ex is here, you two should catch up. I'm heading out." The others were even more shocked as she walked away. When Bonita wasn't looking, they whispered to each other, "What just happened? Why'd the simp switch up all of a sudden?" "Was she jealous? Or did she realize she was in the way?" Catching their murmurs, Cameron frowned.

He pulled out his phone and texted Muriel, "Where'd you go?" "Home," she replied. "Wait for me here," he typed back. By then, Muriel was already sitting in her car. Staring at his message, she thought it over. If she went back now and waited for Cameron as he asked, it'd only be another small favor not enough to bring a change to the red thread. So she turned off her phone and drove home. Once there, she drank several buckets of saltwater, then shifted back into her mermaid tail and soaked in the tub to heal her wounds.

51.16% ။ O 12:25 Chapter 2 Two hours later, just as the injuries on her legs had faded, Cameron called. "Why didn't you text me back? "What's up?" Her voice was calm. "Get over here!" 288 Vouchers Hearing the irritation and tension in his tone, she guessed he must be in some kind of trouble. She quickly rose from the tub, shifted her tail back into legs, threw on clothes, and rushed over. It turned out Bonita had gotten drunk. Clutching a cushion, she was sobbing softly, mumbling about how her legs weren't right and she couldn't dance like other people.

Cradling her in his arms, Cameron spoke gently, "It's no big deal. You don't have to dance. Honestly, I hate watching people dance." "But..." she said, her voice small and pitiful, "you asked that girl who looks like me to dance... "That's because I wanted to make you feel better, Bonnie," Cameron said. "She has your eyes, but she's got two good legs-that's not fair. I'll make her dance until she can't walk anymore." 79.04% Γι 12:25 < admin