My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 74: Goodnight Kiss

Cammy smirked at Greg, sensing his worry, though she knew he was concerned about something that would never happen. "Greg, the only thing Duncan wants from me is my father’s company—never me. I just wish I had realized that sooner.

I was so blinded by love that I couldn’t see his true intentions. He married me purely to gain control of my father’s company, and now he’s willing to do anything to keep it. He even made an agreement with Annie and her father."

Greg’s expression shifted to one of seriousness with obvious curiosity. "What kind of agreement?" he asked intently.

"He told me Annie and her father agreed to pay him if he saved Annie from the humiliation caused by your broken engagement," Cammy revealed.

"That is bullshit!" Greg snapped. "I called off the wedding because they were already having an affair."

"I know," Cammy replied. "But it’s likely Annie’s father didn’t know the truth. They probably made him believe Duncan was doing Annie a big favor by helping her save face, in exchange for money and his backing."

"You’re right," Greg agreed. "Knowing Annie, she’d have no problem manipulating her own father to get what she wants. But tell me—why is Duncan so determined to get control of your father’s company? It’s almost bankrupt, isn’t it?

I’m not trying to undermine its value, but I’m genuinely curious. Duncan is wealthy; he could easily start a new business. So why go after a struggling company?"

"You have a point," Cammy admitted. "At first, I thought he was doing it for me and my parents. But now, looking at him from a different perspective, I’m starting to wonder the same thing."

"Anyway, it’s late, and I just wanted to update you on what Grace said. You should get some rest—you’ve got work tomorrow," Greg said with a soft tone.

"That’s it?" Cammy raised an eyebrow. "You interrupted my relaxing bath and rushed me through a shower just to ask what I thought about Duncan’s plans?"

Greg hesitated for a moment before admitting, "Well, I also wanted to say goodnight and see you before I went to bed. Honestly, it still feels surreal that you’re here in my house."

Cammy couldn’t help but chuckle. "You look like a love-struck teenager right now," she remarked absentmindedly. Her teasing smile added a playful glint to her eyes without knowing the effect of that on Greg

"Maybe I am, Cammy," Greg replied softly, taking her hand as he sat beside her. "What if I’m falling for you? What if I want this fake relationship to become real? Would you give me a chance?"

Cammy sighed and shook her head. "Go to sleep, Greg. I’m not having this conversation with you again."

"Fine," he conceded with a playful smirk. "But at least give me a goodnight kiss."

She narrowed her eyes at him, incredulous. "Unbelievable! You’re utterly shameless, aren’t you?"

"You don’t have to kiss me on the lips. Just here," Greg said, tapping his cheek with a playful grin.

Cammy sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes before leaning in to quickly grant his request, just to get it over with.

But as she moved closer, Greg turned his head at the last second, and their lips met unexpectedly. Her eyes widened in shock as she instantly pulled back.

"You did that on purpose!" she exclaimed, glaring at him.

"I didn’t! I was just about to check why you were so quiet. I had no idea you were already leaning in for the kiss," Greg defended, struggling to suppress his laughter. "You didn’t say anything, so I was just turning to look at you."

"Liar! Get out and go back to your room! I don’t want to hear another word from you!" Cammy exclaimed, shoving Greg toward the door as he continued to offer flimsy excuses.

"I’m not gonna lie—I liked how it turned out, though!" Greg called out cheekily, just as Cammy slammed the door in his face.

Leaning against the door, Cammy let out a soft chuckle as she touched her lips. "It’s not our first kiss, but... I liked it too," she murmured to herself before heading to bed.

**********

Cammy woke up early to get Dylan ready and ensure he had everything he needed before she left for work. However, when she reached his room, it was empty.

On her way downstairs, she came across one of the maids who had greeted them the night before. "Excuse me, have you seen my son, Dylan?" Cammy asked.

"Yes, ma’am. He’s with Mr. Cross at the indoor pool," the maid replied.

"The pool? At this hour?" Cammy asked, clearly surprised.

The maid smiled warmly and offered to guide her there, and Cammy followed.

When Cammy arrived at the indoor pool, she found it empty and was about to leave when she heard Dylan’s voice. Curious, she stepped inside and spotted Greg and Dylan having breakfast at one of the tables by the pool.

"What’s going on here?" she asked.

Both of them turned to her and smiled. "Good morning, Mommy! Uncle Greg said morning breathing exercises in the pool help make my lungs strong so I won’t get sick as often," Dylan explained cheerfully.

"Really? It’s great that there’s an indoor pool here then," Cammy said showing a hint of relief in her voice. "But is it heated? You know he is sensitive to the cold."

"Yes, ma’am! The water is warm enough, so you don’t have to worry," Greg reassured her. "I’d never let Dylan get sick on my watch." He then gestured to the table. "Come have breakfast with us. You should eat before heading to work."

Cammy hesitated for a moment before sitting down. "Alright, thanks. I was actually planning to get everything ready for Dylan today—to make it easier for Andrea or whoever will be babysitting him."

Greg waved off her concerns. "No need. I’ll handle everything myself. Plus, there are plenty of staff here to help with anything he needs. The chef can cook whatever he likes, and the maids can assist with getting him cleaned up."

Cammy raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Are you sure you can handle him? Have you ever babysit before?"

"Relax, Cammy," Greg said confidently. "I’ve got this. I’m great with kids. Isn’t that right, Dylan?" He winked at Dylan and held up his hand for a high-five.

"Right!" Dylan responded enthusiastically, slapping Greg’s hand with a big smile.

Cammy watched the interaction, her worry easing as she saw how comfortable Dylan seemed with Greg. "Well, if you say so..." she said in a soft voice. "But if anything comes up, call me right away, okay?"

Greg grinned. "You have my word."

"Alright, just make sure to call me if anything comes up and keep me updated so I don’t worry," Cammy said, her voice filled with concern.

"I will," Greg assured her. He then placed a small velvet box on the table in front of her.

Cammy swallowed nervously, already suspecting what might be inside, but she still asked, "What’s this?"

"It’s for you," Greg replied, his voice a little hesitant. "Go ahead and open it." He couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious. It felt like a gamble, giving her this gift so soon, knowing there was a chance she might reject it.