My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 160 Roses And Throns

Evelyn

My eyes widened slightly at the sight of the roses and Cameron standing there early in the morning. My brows lifted in surprise as I breathed out softly, my hand instinctively reaching to take the bouquet from his hand. "That's...that's so sweet, Cameron," I whispered, my gaze fixed on the roses. A strange guilt gnawed at me, knowing how much effort he put in for me, while I could never reciprocate even a fraction of it. "I-I...thank you so much."

God. I felt so fucking guilty.

Why was he so nice to me? I so badly wished he was not this nice because it would have made it easier.

"Who is it, Evie?" Clara's voice boomed from inside, snapping me back to reality. Standing in the doorway, I blocked their view of Cameron. They could only catch a glimpse of his blonde hair and hints of the red jacket he wore. Not even Jacob could see him, and the thought of getting on his nerves overshadowed the guilt I'd initially felt when I initially saw the roses.

I was a horrible person. So fucking horrible.

"It's Cameron," I called out, knowing Jacob would hear it all too well, "He brought me flowers!"

"Oh really?" Clara's excitement was palpable in her voice, and then she proved it by coming to the door, her eyes darting between me and Cameron with a playful smile. "Flowers and all... Well, not bad!" she mumbled, pinching my arm. I shot her a glare.

"Hey, Clara," Cameron flashed one of his dazzling smiles, "Nice to meet you again." Ever the polite gentleman, he offered his hand to her, and she shook it.

I should really like this guy....

But why couldn't I? What was wrong with me?!

"Nice to meet you too, little boy," Clara smiled, "Now get inside. We're having breakfast together, and you should join us."

"No, Clara. It's alright. I just came="

have a few questions to ask him."

to

much last night," I whispered to Cameron, my horror

"So, I guess I'll have to accept your invitation, Clara. Because Samuel has a few questions for me-more like an interrogation, right? Since I took his princess out, I

"Technically, it isn't your fault. I drank too much-it's my blunder, not yours." I whispered, tugging at his jacket

matter, beautiful," he said, "I should be the one saving you, no matter the situation. That's what

you think you're a man?" I chuckled, biting my bottom lip. His eyes flicked toward mine, and for a moment, he seemed to stiffen

you ever hang out with me?" He cocked

Holy....

"So you stalked me?"

against my ear. "A

probably knew about Jacob and me. We never hid it, but we also didn't plaster it all over social media. We were too busy with each other—more likely fucking each other. Cameron

bothered to hide

did that mean? Did

Maybe I

said, clearing my throat.

"Do you really want me to?" he asked. "I don't prefer dwelling on the past, but

Dad's voice boomed. "Hey, you two. Enough talking. Get

my ex-were watching. The feeling of daggers

wanted

scratched the back of his head. "We

you are avoiding

clenched so tight

Cameron?