Chapter 46 I Really Like You
“Don’t worry. Let’s not talk about it since it’s already in the past. Since I didn’t take it to heart, you can
keep the flowers for yourself.” Camila said as she passed by him, wanting to leave. Suddenly, Robin
took a step forward, stopping her while he smiled. “Miss Brooklyn, I’m really interested in you. You’re
beautiful and you have a good personality, can I court you?” Camila started sweating profusely. She
knew that it was strange for someone to apologize with a bouquet of roses. It turned out that Robin was
not here to apologize to her. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any intentions of entering into a relationship right
now.” With this, Camila tried to leave again. Once again, Robin blocked her way and hurriedly added,
“Although my family cannot be compared to Silas’s, I will treat you and your son well. I will treat your
son as my own. Although Silas’s conditions are better than mine, the Nolan Family would never allow
him to marry someone who already has a child. However, you won’t face such troubles in my family. As
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtlong as you marry me-” Camila could not listen to him anymore and interrupted him. “You don’t have to
say anymore. Can’t you understand what I just said? I said that I don’t want to be in a relationship.
What makes you think that I’ll marry a person just because they said they’ll marry me? You’re really
ignorant.” Robin wanted to stop her again. However, Camila’s face turned dark immediately. “Go away!”
“Miss Brooklyn, I really like you,” Robin added. “I will never give up on you.” Nonetheless, Camila
ignored him and walked toward her house. What a psycho! Just as she arrived home, the phone in her
pocket rang. As soon as she picked it up, a man’s voice could be heard. “Camila, have you returned to
the country?” Camila laughed. “Yes. How are you doing these days, Marcus?” Then, the man started
complaining. “Shouldn’t you know about my condition since you’re the boss?”
Camila could not help but laugh. “Marcus, you’re one of the shareholders of the company too. You’re
self-employed too, you know?” “I always comfort myself like this when I don’t want to work,” the man
said. “There’s a new script recently. I’m quite optimistic about it. Do have a look when you have the
time.”
“I’m a little busy these days. If you think it’s okay, then it is. I’m not really in the country that often, so
I’m not as sensitive to the local market as you are.”
“Just admit that you’re lazy.”
“Haha… You saw through me just like that?” Camila chuckled as she changed out of her shoes. “But
seriously, I’m quite busy these days.” “What are you up to?” the man asked. Camila then added, “I want
to open a fashion studio.” The man’s voice sounded surprised. “Why would you want to open a fashion
studio? Why tire yourself when you’re not short of money?” Camila gave a light smile. “How am I not
short of money? Who would complain of having too much money?” The man then added, “Alright. I’ll
still send a copy of the script over to you. Just have a look if you have the time. This is a fantasy ;
it’s called Nine-Tailed Fox No.7.1 think it’s not bad.” Camila smiled lightly. “Okay.” She talked to him for
a while more before hanging up the phone. That morning, Lyla received a call from her child’s teacher,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏminforming her that her child did not attend school. If Ben had not been helping her to fix the computer,
Lyla would have gone over to the school.
In the end, Lyla accompanied Ben as he fixed the computer all morning. However, the deleted designs
were not found. After a day of fixing the computer, Lyla did not dare to delay after getting off work and
went straight to the Ryan Family’s old house.
Just as she entered the dining room, Lyla saw Mitchell eating mouthful after mouthful of braised pork
and was speechless.
The reason Lyla did not want to put her child here was that the old couple would spoil him. He was
allowed to do as he pleased. Just by letting him stay there for a few days, Lyla would need to spend a
long time to change his bad habits. Upon entering, Lyla placed her bag on the cabinet and asked
furiously, “Mom, why didn’t you let Mitchell attend school today?” Florence then glanced at her. “Who
said we didn’t go? We arrived at the school entrance before meeting Camila and her son. Her son
knocked our Mitch to the ground. He was hurt and was crying and shouting that he didn’t want to attend
school. Hence, I brought him home.” Upon hearing this, Lyla frowned and asked, “Camila Brooklyn?”