My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 48: Please Stay

Cammy read the note: "Please wear this on Sunday. Something might come up, and I want you to look your best—feeling confident with no regrets. Trust me on this, okay?"

It was from Greg...

She crumpled it quickly and tossed it in the trash with a frustrated sigh. Her busy schedule preparing for the design presentation hadn’t left her any time to shop for something to wear to Dylan’s school event and award ceremony.

"’Trust me,’ my ass! What could possibly happen at a school event that I should be worried about?" she muttered irritably.

But curiosity got the best of her. Cammy decided to at least see what was inside. She brought the box into her apartment, setting it on the dining table beside her bag and laptop.

When she opened the box, her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped at the stunning sight before her.

Inside was a white floral knee-length dress with flutter sleeves, a V-neckline, a ruffled hem, and buttons down the front. She held it up against herself, trying to see if it would suit her.

A faint smile appeared as she admired the dress—it was simple yet beautiful and elegant, just like what she always buys for herself, exactly to her taste. Her eyes drifted back to the box, where she noticed two additional items.

There was a brown Fendi bag along with matching Fendi wrap-around sandals. Checking the dress tag, she saw it was from Dolce & Gabbana.

"What the hell?! What’s he planning now? Why send me such expensive things?" she muttered in disbelief.

She carefully repacked everything and brought the box into her bedroom. ’I’ll return this to him tomorrow,’ she thought firmly.

As she was getting ready for a shower, her phone rang with Ellie’s name flashing on the screen.

[How are you, girl? Miss me?] Ellie greeted as soon as Cammy picked up.

"Yeah, a bit. Work’s been hectic, so I’ve just been crashing when I get home. How are you and Felicity?"

[We’re good! That’s actually why I called. Felicity’s flight was rescheduled to Sunday morning, so no need for you to wake up early tomorrow. She said she’d call you since you won’t be able to say goodbye because of Dylan’s school event.]

"Aww, that’s a shame. But I’ll just video call her. Thanks for letting me know," Cammy replied.

[Oh, and there’s more! I’ll be joining you at the event after I drop Felicity at the airport. Ric’s restaurant is catering, and he wants to promote the resort there as well, so he needs me on site.]

"That sounds great! I can help you out whenever I’m free from keeping an eye on Dylan."

[Did you get an outfit yet? I heard there’s a theme, and everyone has to stick to the summer motif, or the guards won’t let you in.]

"Yeah, it was mentioned on the invitation. Don’t worry, I’ve got something here."

[Alright, see you tomorrow then! We’ll be setting up the resort’s booth near the buffet table. Bye!]

As Cammy ended the call, her eyes drifted back to the dress Greg had given her, and she hesitated, second-guessing her decision to return it. ’No, no, no. I should return this. I should return it right now before I change my mind. I’ll just buy something tomorrow.’

Wasting no time, she unblocked Greg’s number and called him.

[Well, I’m pleasantly surprised—you unblocked me and called! I take it you’re calling to thank me for my gift? You’re welcome, beautiful,] Greg greeted confidently.

"Are you home right now?" Cammy asked bluntly, ignoring his remarks.

[Yep, just about to have dinner. Care to join me?] Greg teased, not expecting her response.

"I’ll head over. Text me your address."

Greg was momentarily speechless, his eyes widening in surprise. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. The beep from Cammy ending the call snapped him back to reality.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Did she mean it? Is she actually coming over?" he muttered, feeling a surge of panic.

He started pacing back and forth in his kitchen, completely forgetting about the vegetables he’d been slicing.

"What do I do? Is she really coming? I haven’t even showered yet! If I’d known, I wouldn’t have gone to the gym!" he exclaimed, just as his phone chimed with a new message.

He quickly checked his phone and saw Cammy’s message: "Address? I’m about to hail a taxi."

"Oh my God! She’s serious!" Greg frantically typed out his address and texted the front desk for his incoming guest. The moment he sent it, dashed to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Cammy frowned when she saw the address Greg had sent. ’I thought his house was on the other side of the city, or so his driver mentioned. Maybe I misheard,’ she thought, hailing a taxi.

Within minutes, she was back in the city center near her workplace, where the taxi dropped her in front of a luxury apartment building. She looked up, noting how tall the building was.

’This is definitely pricier than what Duncan bought for my parents. I wonder which floor he’s on—he didn’t mention that in his message.’

Cammy headed straight to the reception, assuming the receptionist would recognize Greg’s name. freewebnoveℓ.com

"Hi, I’m here to drop something off for Mr. Gregory Cross. He’s expecting me, but he only sent his address without including his apartment number. Could you call him and let him know I’ll wait here?" Cammy asked.

"May I have your name, miss?"

"Cammy Watson."

"Please, follow me," the receptionist replied, gesturing toward the elevator.

As they reached the elevator, Cammy watched the receptionist enter a code and swipe her ID. When the doors opened to an empty elevator, she looked back at the receptionist, who caught her puzzled expression.

"Mr. Cross is expecting you. He lives in the penthouse, so I needed to grant access with my ID. Please go ahead, this elevator will lead you straight to it," the receptionist explained.

Cammy raised a hand dismissively. "Oh, I’m not going to his apartment. I just want to return this," she said, offering the box, but the receptionist didn’t accept it.

"I’m sorry, miss, but we aren’t allowed to accept anything from guests unless directed by the homeowner. We’d face reprimand for breaking that rule. I’m afraid you’ll need to take it up yourself."

Cammy opened her mouth to protest but let out a sigh instead. She understood and didn’t want to put the receptionist in a difficult position.

When she arrived at Greg’s apartment, she took a moment to absorb her surroundings. ’Just as I expected. The interior is very masculine,’ she thought, noting the monochromatic gray interior of the penthouse.

Just as she was about to call for Greg, he suddenly appeared from the door nearest the elevator. Her eyes widened as she saw him fresh out of the shower, clad only in a towel and with wet hair, completely unaware of her presence.

"Oh gosh, sorry! I thought you were having dinner. I should wait downstairs. I didn’t realize you were in the shower."

Greg turned to her with a mischievous smirk. Recognizing that smile, she instinctively spun around and hurried toward the elevator.

But just before she could step inside, Greg caught her wrist, halting her movement.

"Where do you think you’re going, baby girl? Don’t go... Please stay..."