Chapter 334

Camille dialed Tristan's number, recalling he'd tried reaching her two days prior.

"Iris just wanted a video call," he explained casually. "Nothing urgent."

With work looming, they kept the conversation brief.

Hanging up, Camille grabbed her keys and headed to the office.

Fate had Gabriel pulling into the parking lot simultaneously.

"Back so soon?" he greeted with a teasing smile as they exited their vehicles.

Camille grinned. "Couldn't stay away."

Damien's sleek sedan rolled in then, Selene seated beside him.

Instead of parking, he halted directly before them.

"Good morning, Mr. Ashcroft," they chorused as they emerged.

Gabriel's smile vanished.

Perfect. Just perfect.

Without acknowledging them, he gripped Camille's elbow and steered her away.

Damien and Selene seemed unbothered.

Once the couple disappeared, Damien handed his keys to Selene, opening her door with a murmur. "Drive safe."

Selene's lips curved as she watched him—then flicked a glance toward Camille's retreating form. "Always."

Inside the lobby, Gabriel glanced back while waiting for the elevator.

No sign of Damien.

Still playing devoted boyfriend in the parking lot?

The elevator doors slid shut. "Arriving together at this hour," he muttered. "Are they cohabiting now?"

Camille had no confirmation.

But the morning pickup spoke volumes—Damien bypassing his chauffeur to personally collect Selene. Never an inconvenience where she was concerned.

Their bond appeared unshakable.

Iris's birthday loomed in two days.

That evening, Camille selected a plush pink rabbit at the mall.

The elevator doors opened to reveal Selene and Rosalie ascending.

Selene's gaze landed on the stuffed animal, clearly assuming it was for Chloe.

Amusement tugged at her lips.

Since aligning with Selene, Chloe had abandoned such childish toys.

Yet here Camille was, still attempting to woo her with fluff? Pathetic.

Selene looked away, bored.

Rosalie barely acknowledged Camille—just a cursory glance before doting on her granddaughter.

Her affectionate pat on Selene's arm broadcasted one truth—only this granddaughter held her favor now.

Camille remained unfazed.

She continued to the parking garage and drove off.

Dawn had barely broken when Graham called.

After listening, Camille responded, "Understood."

She immediately contacted Tristan.

"An emergency came up for tomorrow morning. I'll prepare Iris's cake in advance—could you deliver it with her gift? And please apologize for my absence?"