Chapter 188 The Bike Got Returned
Cameron asked, “Do you have any groceries in the fridge?”
Bradley raised a brow. “You cook?”
She nodded. “Kinda.”
Bradley stood and headed to the kitchen. He opened the fridge to reveal shelves packed with fresh ingredients. “The housekeeper stocked it. Think you can work with this?”
Then, after a short pause, he added, “Actually, why don’t we just eat out? Or I can call the chef from across the street. No need to go through the trouble.”
Cameron sifted through the fridge and said, “It’s no trouble. Any food allergies or dietary restrictions?”
“None,” Bradley replied.
“Alright. I’ll need about an hour. If you’re hungry…” she began.
“I’m not,” he cut in.
Cameron shot him an OK gesture and started pulling out ingredients.
Bradley sat down on the leather couch, picking up a law book from the small round table beside him. He flipped through a few pages, but his eyes kept drifting toward the open kitchen.
Cameron, still in his blue school uniform, stood by the counter with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing pale, slender wrists.
He was gutting a fish with fluid, practiced movements, his sharp, androgynous face unreadable.
Bradley couldn’t help but think, ‘Cameron really is…objectively good–looking.‘
And that was saying something. Bradley had six brothers, all of them ridiculously attractive. He should’ve been immune to beauty by now.
But still, there was something magnetic about Cameron’s presence.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been staring before the aroma of fish drifted into the living room. The scent broke his focus. He set the book down and got up.
“Smells amazing,” Bradley said as he approached the kitchen.
Cameron nodded. “Yeah. The fish looked fresh. Figured I’d cook it tonight.”
Bradley eyed the prep counter. “It’s just the two of us, so don’t go overboard.”
“I didn’t,” Cameron said while slicing vegetables. “Portions are small.”
Just because there were only two of them didn’t mean she’d half–ass dinner. Especially not when Bradley had done so much for her already. A home–cooked meal was the least she could do.
Bradley smiled faintly, helplessly.
Less than an hour later, dinner was ready.
It was a modest four–dish spread–a delicate meatball and vegetable soup, pan–seared white fish in lemon–garlic butter, charred green beans tossed with chili and crispy shallots, and a small plate of twice–cooked pork belly glazed in a pepper
sauce.
The portions were small, perfectly sized for two.
Bradley took a seat at the dining table, eyes lighting up at the colorful spread. “This smells incredible. I bet it tastes just as good.”
Cameron handed him a fork. “Try it.”
Right then, her phone buzzed.
She glanced at the screen and instantly frowned.
‘What the hell?‘
It was a text alert from her bank.
Sixty thousand dollars had just been deposited into her account.
Bradley took a bite of fish and nodded in approval. “This is really good. Whose recipe is this?”
Cameron turned her phone toward him. “Okay, this is weird. I just got sixty grand wired to me. Do you know anything about this?”
Bradley calmly speared another bite of pork and chewed before answering. “That’s the refund for the bike.”
Chapter 188 The Bike Got Returned
Cameron stared at him, stunned.
Bradley smiled at her reaction. “I had the bike returned. The HOA took care of it while they were registering it. They were efficient, I’ll give them that.”
“But I had your initials engraved on it,” Cameron said, baffled. “They told me engraved items were final sale.
Bradley blinked and then smirked, “Looks like our HOA’s got some serious negotiation skills. Guess that annual hundred- grand fee’s paying off.”
Cameron was speechless.
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