The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 2253 The pillow that slammed onto Waylon‘s body felt like a rectangular tofu. Neither did it hurt nor did it itch. He grabbed Cameron with his huge hand, yanked her, rolled over, and sat on her body. 

Cameron froze, and the arrogance that she was exuding just now disappeared almost instantly. She warned him in a cowardly manner, “You, don‘t you dare touch me.” 

He raised his eyebrows slightly and got half an inch closer to her face. He was so close to her that his breath was brushing against her cheek. “But aren‘t you the legendary Mr. Southern who‘s known for his courage?” 

She forced a smile. “No, no, I‘m a very timid lady.” 

His lips seemed about to stick to her ear. “What are you afraid of? Didn‘t you tell Deedee that I wouldn‘t eat others when we were in the car the other day?” 

Cameron pursed her lips, and her eyelashes twitched. 

Her heart was knocking against her chest frantically, thumping extremely loudly. Waylon stared at her face and rubbed the corners of her lips with his fingertips, and she could feel the surrounding temperature in the narrow space rise. 

Seeing that he was approaching, Cameron closed her eyes tightly. 

After a long time, he gave off a hoarse chuckle, and his lips landed on her forehead. “It‘s time to get up.” 

Immediately after that, he sat up, adjusted his nightgown, got off the bed, and left the bedroom. 

Cameron opened her eyes and was dumbfounded. 

just

her forehead, and there was still a hint of residual warmth. She immediately buried her face into

freshened herself and

changed into his clothes. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, looking exceptionally solemn. It was her first time seeing his formally styled hair.

realized that the shirt he was wearing was the one that she had

berry oatmeal. “Don‘t you plan to accompany

down, picked up the spoon, and stirred the oatmeal. “What important occasion are you attending today?” He lifted his gaze. “It‘s just a board meeting.”

“Oh.” 

ask? Are you afraid that I‘ll go out and fool around with other women?”

own words and oatmeal. “Who would be worried that you‘ll fool around with other women? You

whatever I like, would you still let me into the

a chuckle, “Can I even exert any control over

interlocked his fingers and placed them under his chin. “Then

an implicit meaning lying underneath the question.

head to eat her oatmeal. “Who would want to control you?”

his windbreaker,walked to the entryway, stopped

“What do you want?”

motioning her to go

into his arms unexpectedly, and

was pointing at the tie around his neck, his