Chapter 192 Don't Do That Again
"Why are you staring at me like that? Hurry up, I'm thirsty!"
Simon resignedly got up.
After downing a glass of ice water, Juniper finally felt awake.
"Did you need something from me? Sorry to keep you waiting so long."
While Simon was getting the water, she had already dressed and checked the time.
It was already 11 o'clock!
"Sorry? You feel sorry? You seem pretty shameless to me!"
Simon, like a balloon that had been pricked, couldn't hold back any longer and let all his pent-up emotions burst out.
"And you had the nerve to order me to get you water?"
He muttered a curse under his breath.
Juniper frowned, "Why are you so angry?"
"Aren't you going to explain what happened with that guy this morning?"
Juniper looked puzzled, "What's there to explain? Do you explain to anyone when you sleep with women?"
Simon was at a loss for words, "I'm at least your boyfriend now, right? How am I supposed to save face with you doing this?"
Juniper looked even more confused, "Correction, fake boyfriend, thank you. Besides, I didn't mess around with other men in front of anyone else but you, so how does that affect your face? Didn't we agree before our arrangement that we would each do our own thing?"
She continued, "I've completely adhered to the terms of our agreement, haven't breached anything. Why are you getting so serious with me?"
Simon was speechless.
He couldn't win an argument with her! So frustrating!
Juniper looked around the room, "By the way, your family's hotel is really nice. Keep this room for me, I'll be back next time."
Simon thought, 'She's planning to come back?'
"Oh, and call the front desk later to get me another room key."
"For what?"
"One for myself, and one for someone else!"
Such a simple question, Juniper seriously doubted if he had drunk himself stupid last night.
Simon sneered, "Do I owe you? No way!"
He stormed off.
Juniper watched his angry back, utterly bewildered.
After a while, she muttered, "Crazy!"
Simon returned to his room and slammed the door, but it still didn't make much noise.
He first called the front desk, "Don't issue an extra room key to the guest of Suite 1901, got it?"
Then he called the manager, "Get me ten women over here!"
The manager was shocked. He acted quickly. In less than twenty minutes, he brought a group of women to the top floor and knocked on Simon's door.
"Sir, they're all here."
Simon glanced at them and loudly asked, "Are there ten?"
"Yes, there are." The manager raised his voice unconsciously.
"Good! Let them in!"
A group of women swayed their hips as they walked in, chattering noisily.
The manager wisely excused himself.
As he walked away, he took out his phone to contact the front desk, "Has the checkout for 1901 been processed? Since Mr. Miller personally instructed to keep the room long-term, last night should be counted as a long-term stay, no need to pay for now, we'll settle it later."
"What did you say?"
"Sir?" The manager was dumbfounded to see Simon catching up.
"What did you just say about 1901?"
The manager replied, "Keep the room, settle the bill later."
"The sentence before that."
"Since you instructed..."
"The one before that."
"1901 checkout?"
"She checked out?"
"Yes, just ten minutes ago."
"Fuck!"
The manager was puzzled.
Simon shouted, "Get those women out of here! They're annoying!"
The manager thought, 'You weren't like this when you called earlier.'
Meanwhile, Camilla's side was as routine as ever.
She woke up naturally at seven.
Made breakfast, went out to buy groceries.
Came back at nine, and as soon as she entered, she heard Alistair exclaim, "I didn't know you were not only good at research but also had a talent for gardening!"
Camilla paused while changing her shoes. After two seconds, a familiar voice came from the balcony, "You flattered me."
It was Sebastian.
Camilla put the groceries in the kitchen, poured two cups of freshly made corn chowder, and headed to the balcony.
She saw Alistair and Sebastian sitting on chairs, their backs to the balcony door, with seven or eight flower pots in front of them, the soil already dug out, plants piled beside them.
"Dad, Sebastian, have some corn chowder."
"Camilla, you're back? Since I have some free time today, I'm replanting all these pots for you. Several of them have rotten roots."
He reached out to take the cup but noticed his muddy hands, "Wait, I'll wash my hands first."
"Okay."
Sebastian was smarter; he wore disposable gloves.
He simply took off the gloves and reached for the cup, "Thank you."
Camilla asked, "When did you get here?"
"Half an hour ago."
"Don't you need to go to the lab today?"
Sebastian replied, "I'll go in the afternoon."
"Then how did you..." get to my house?
Before Camilla could finish, Sebastian smiled, "I was jogging home and happened to run into your dad taking out the trash."
Knowing Sebastian was free in the morning and only going to the lab in the afternoon, Alistair immediately invited him over.
Sebastian went home, took a quick shower, changed clothes, and came over.
"Last time," Camilla bit her lip awkwardly, looking a bit embarrassed, "I lost my composure, sorry."
"Last time? Which time?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
Camilla looked at him, unsure if he genuinely didn't remember or was teasing her.
"The last time I invited you over for dinner, I had a few too many drinks, and then..."
Sebastian smirked, "And then what?"
"I think I got drunk, I don't really remember..." what crazy things I did! Did I offend you?
Seeing her embarrassed look, Sebastian couldn't bear it. "It was fine."
After a pause, he added, "No big deal."
Except for insisting on knocking on his head and wrinkling his shirt and messing up his hair, it was nothing.
Camilla sighed in relief.
Then Sebastian said, "Just don't grab a man's collar next time to ask questions."
Camilla was shocked.
With that, the memories came flooding back.
Back then, Camillas said to Sebastian, "You knocked on mine, why can't I knock on yours?"
Sebastian was helpless, dodging left and right.
Unexpectedly, Camilla grabbed his collar and yanked hard, their faces almost touching.
Sebastian's breath hitched, but the drunken Camilla was oblivious, focused solely on knocking on his head for revenge.
"Let me knock once, just once, okay? Say something, yes or no?"
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