My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 72: My Good Friend

After dinner, Greg led Cammy and Dylan to Dylan’s new room.

"Oh my God! What have you done?!" Cammy exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief at the amount of effort Greg had put into the space.

"You don’t like it?" Greg asked, but before Cammy could respond, Dylan chimed in excitedly.

"I love it, Uncle Greg!" Dylan shouted, dashing around the room to explore the toys and decorations waiting for him.

Cammy shook her head, her gaze sweeping over the room. "It looks amazing, and it’s not that I don’t like it—it’s just too much!" she said, still in awe of the thoughtful details.

The bed was positioned in the left corner of the room, with a desk beside it. On the opposite side, various toys were scattered around, and a large round carpet lay in the center. The wallpaper featured a jungle theme—not overly extravagant, but just enough to make a young child excited.

"Is it? I actually planned to put in a treehouse-style bed, where Dylan could sleep on the top bunk with a little play area underneath. I was thinking of adding a rope ladder and a slide. There was also going to be a log-shaped sofa, but since I only had less than forty-eight hours to get everything ready, I’ll add those later," Greg explained.

"Later on? There’s more?" Cammy said, her voice filled with disbelief. "No, Greg, this is already too much. Seeing you prepared this much, how can I say no to this?"

"That’s the goal," Greg grinned. "You know, you can also stay longer so my effort would not go to waste like let’s say until the renovation is done?"

Cammy chuckled knowing what Greg was trying to do. "Don’t push your luck. We’ll stay here until Wednesday morning. Let me help Dylan clean up now. It’s getting late. I also need to inform Ric about this since he will be waiting for us to show the temporary apartment," she added with a smile, clearly overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness.

"Sure, call me if you need everything. I’ll be in my home office once you’re done, so I can show you your room."

"Rest too, just tell me where my room is and I’ll go there on my own," Cammy implied.

"Alright, if that’s what you want. From here, go left and it’s the door before the last. I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast."

As soon as Greg left, Dylan seized the moment to ask his mom a question. "Mommy, are we ever going to go back home?"

Cammy smiled gently, nodding. "Yes, sweetie, once the renovation is finished."

Dylan hesitated before asking again, his voice softer. "Not that one. I mean the house where Daddy lives."

Sighing, Cammy sat down on the carpet and patted the space in front of her, signaling for Dylan to join her. "Not anymore, darling. For now, the rooftop apartment is our home. But I promise, when Mommy has saved up enough money, we’ll buy a real house—or maybe even an apartment of our own, so we don’t have to rent anymore."

"Okay, but can we live here instead?" Dylan asked with wide, innocent eyes.

Cammy chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "You really like it here, don’t you?"

Dylan’s face lit up with a smile. "Yes! If we live here, I can still play football and go swimming. Uncle Greg teaches me a lot about computers and coding, too."

"Is he really that nice to you?" Cammy asked, intrigued by her son’s affection for Greg.

"He is! I like him. He’s my good friend."

Cammy smiled warmly. "I’m glad you like him. But enough playing for now, it’s getting late. You can play again tomorrow. Let’s get you cleaned up."

It took Cammy longer than usual to get Dylan to sleep, thanks to his constant chatter. But when he finally drifted off to sleep, a wave of exhaustion hit her—not from her son, but from the whirlwind of events that had unfolded throughout her day.

She made her way to the room Greg had directed her to. "Hmm, either he prepared this room just for me, or this guest room is designed for a female guest," Cammy murmured, taking in the distinctly feminine touches of the space.

She went straight to the cabinet and was surprised to find a selection of clothes waiting for her. "Wow, he really nailed my size," she said, impressed as she browsed through the options. After a moment of thought, she chose a pink silk pajama set and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

"As expected," Cammy murmured as she stepped into the en suite, taking in the luxurious interior and the neatly arranged toiletries that awaited her.

Her gaze then shifted to the bathtub, and she noticed it was already filled with water. She approached it and dipped her hand into the warm water. "Did he just fill this up for me?" she wondered aloud, surprised by the warmth.

The thought brought a smile to her face. It was such a small gesture, but it felt incredibly thoughtful.

Cammy played some soothing music on her phone before sinking into the water, letting herself relax. It was only then that she noticed a humidifier with lavender oil placed at the foot of the tub.

"Oh, that’s why it smells so nice. I thought he just sprayed something in here," she said to herself, a small laugh escaping her lips as she settled back and rested her head against the edge of the tub. "So relaxing..."

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"Cammy! Cammy! Damn it!"

Greg’s voice broke through the haze, and an abrupt force lifted her, snapping her back to reality.

As her eyes fluttered open, she found herself cradled in Greg’s arms. "What’s happening?" she asked, disoriented.

"I checked your room, but you weren’t there. I went to Dylan’s room, and you weren’t there either. I knocked, but you didn’t answer," Greg explained with worry evident in his voice.

"The water and the lavender were just so relaxing... I guess I must have dozed off..." Cammy’s eyes widened as she slowly glanced down at her body. "Oh shocks!"

In a panic, Cammy quickly pushed herself out of Greg’s arms, realizing she was completely naked. She scrambled to cover herself with a towel.

Greg burst into laughter, causing Cammy to scowl.

"What’s so funny?" she snapped, her cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

"I’ve already seen it, so there’s really no point in covering up with a towel," Greg teased with a smirk.

Cammy rolled her eyes in response. "Good point, but that doesn’t mean you can just stare whenever you want! And why were you looking for me in the first place?"

"Grace called, that’s why. Lucky she did, or you might have drowned in the tub," Greg replied.

Cammy shook her head. "You know that’s impossible. I’d wake up before anything like that happened. Anyway, what did she say?"

"Duncan’s lawyer contacted Grace. They won’t sign the divorce papers unless they meet with you first. Apparently, Duncan has some conditions..."

Cammy sighed deeply, rubbing her face in frustration. "I knew this was coming. Let me wash up first, and then we’ll talk."

Instead of leaving, Greg remained standing there, his gaze fixed on her.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" she asked, slightly irritated.

"I can help you freshen up if you’d allow me to..." Greg said in a low seductive voice.

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