My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 52: Are You Jealous?

Cammy was caught off guard by Greg’s sudden approach, leaving her too startled to think of a response. She could only meet his gaze in silence.

Leaning in closer, Greg whispered, "Hand over the box. It’ll keep my hands from wandering somewhere they shouldn’t."

The moment he took the box and stepped back, Cammy flinched. She swallowed hard, fixed her hair, and turned her focus back to the elevator doors.

They remained silent as the elevator descended to the basement parking lot. Cammy glanced around, taking in the sight of numerous luxury cars and a few empty spaces.

"Wow, impressive cars. So, there are still vacant apartments in the building?" she asked, referring to the vacant spaces before turning to Greg.

Greg opened the car door for her and replied casually, "No, the building’s fully occupied. I bought the entire floor just for my cars. I don’t like sharing." He smirked, motioning for her to get in.

Cammy’s eyes widened, her lips forming an exaggerated yet playful "O" before she grinned and climbed inside. Greg placed the box on her lap, closed her door, and slid into the driver’s seat.

After starting the car, he scrolled through his playlist, settling on a love song as the engine purred to life.

Cammy glanced at him with a playful smirk, one eyebrow arched. "Seriously? You listen to this kind of music?" she teased, her tone filled with a playful mock disbelief.

Greg pressed down on the gas pedal, glancing at Cammy with a chuckle. "Of course, I do. Why wouldn’t I appreciate such beautiful songs?"

"I just didn’t peg you as the romantic type," Cammy replied with a teasing smirk. "Given your reputation, no one else would believe it either."

Greg shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road. "To be fair, my reputation doesn’t exactly reflect who I really am. Honestly, probably seventy to eighty percent of it isn’t even true. If you must know, I’m a hopeless romantic."

Cammy laughed and shook her head while his casual confession hung in the air as they drove on.

When they arrived at Cammy’s apartment building, they ran into Eve, who had just stepped out of the ramen shop and was heading to her apartment. She paused when she spotted them.

"Cammy!" Eve called out, waving enthusiastically.

"Finished your shift?" Cammy asked as they approached.

Eve’s eyes swept over Greg, sizing him up before turning her attention back to Cammy. "No, my shift ended a couple of hours ago. I just came by to return some bowls I borrowed." Leaning in close, she whispered, "Who’s the handsome guy?"

Cammy stepped aside, gesturing toward Greg. "Let me introduce you two. This is Eve Ferguson, my neighbor from the third floor. And this," she said with a small smile, "is Gregory Cross—owner of Cross Tech Group of Companies, and also my boss."

Greg and Eve reached out for a handshake, but Eve gripped his hand firmly, holding it longer than necessary. "So, are you just my friend’s boss, or are you one of her suitors too?" she asked with a sly grin.

Cammy’s eyes widened in shock, and she opened her mouth to scold Eve, but Greg spoke up first.

"Bold question," he said, smirking. "And boldness deserves a reward. I’ll let you in on a little secret..." He leaned in closer, beckoning Eve to do the same, and whispered, "I’m Cammy’s future and forever."

Eve’s eyes went wide, her jaw dropping in surprise, leaving Cammy suspicious and intrigued.

"What are you two whispering about?" Cammy demanded playfully, crossing her arms.

Eve giggled and said, "He called you an asset to his company. Nice work, girl!" She winked at Cammy and held up her hand for a high-five.

Cammy hesitated, a doubtful frown creasing her forehead, but eventually returned the high-five.

"Oh, by the way," Eve added, "Ric stopped by earlier, but you weren’t home."

The moment Ric’s name was mentioned, the atmosphere shifted. Tension hung in the air as both Eve and Cammy noticed the clear displeasure on Greg’s face.

"Thanks for letting me know. I’ll message him tomorrow—it’s probably about work or my case," Cammy said quickly, fully aware of Greg’s reaction to hearing Ric’s name.

"It’s not," Eve interjected with a mischievous grin. "He brought you food and something else, I think it’s a gift, but I didn’t really ask. It’s in my apartment; I’ll grab it and meet you upstairs."

Eve couldn’t hide her amusement as she noticed Greg’s expression shift from gloomy to downright irritated, jealousy was all over his face. Savoring the moment, she waved goodbye to him before heading up.

Cammy closed her eyes for a moment, letting out a deep sigh. She knew exactly what Eve was up to. Turning back to Greg, she braced herself for his response.

"Thanks for driving me home. Have a safe trip back. I’ll review the files you gave me. Good–"

Before Cammy could finish, Greg grabbed her wrist and gently guided her toward the stairs.

"I’m walking you to your door. No arguments," he said firmly. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Cammy sighed but stayed quiet, deciding it was easier to just go along with it. They were already there, after all—what harm could it do for him to see her to her apartment? she thought.

When they reached the rooftop, Cammy lingered near the top of the stairs, hoping Greg would head back down and finally leave. Instead, he strode past her and stopped in front of her apartment door.

Greg gestured toward the door, tilting his head as he fixed his gaze on her. "Well? Aren’t you going to open it? Or did you lose your key or something?"

Cammy frowned slightly. "Aren’t you going home?" she asked, puzzled.

"Not yet," Greg replied smoothly. "You heard Eve—Mr. Rossi brought food. Aren’t you going to share that with your guest? It’d be rude not to. I shared dinner with you earlier and drove you home. The least you could do is invite me in to help you finish that food. And hey, some coffee or tea wouldn’t hurt either, don’t you think?"

Cammy was flabbergasted by how effortlessly Greg had cornered her, practically inviting himself in just to extend their time together.

"Tell me... are you jealous right now?" she teased, a playful smirk on her lips.

"Jealous? Me?" Greg scoffed, his tone defensive. "Of course not! Why would I be jealous of Ricardo Rossi? I’m richer, more handsome, and undeniably more masculine. Unless... is there something going on between you two that I should be jealous of?" he added in a fit of tantrum.

Cammy blinked, momentarily at a loss for words, before bursting into giggles, covering her mouth as she tried to stifle them.

"What’s so funny, Ms. Watson?" Greg asked, raising an eyebrow, which only made Cammy laugh harder.

"You! This whole thing is hilarious," she managed between giggles.

"Oh, you think this is funny?" Greg took a step closer with a tone laced with playful menace.

Cammy quickly waved her hands in surrender. "I’m sorry, Mr. Cross! I didn’t mean to laugh."

Greg’s expression shifted, a sly smirk curling his lips. "Mr. Cross? Have you forgotten what I taught you?" he said, slowly closing the distance between them.

Cammy swallowed hard, her heart racing as she recognized the change in his gaze—a look she knew all too well, one that left her defenses crumbling. Before she could process it, Greg’s arm slipped around her waist, drawing her close, while his other hand cupped her cheek.

"Let me remind you," he whispered, his voice low, "exactly what you should call me..."

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