She's the Campus Prince novel Chapter 505

Chapter 505

Cameron grabbed a cab straight to Noble Vista. By the time she’d taken a quick shower and changed, it was 10:30 at night. The rain had stopped by then.

She headed straight for Bradley’s villa. She thought, ‘I messed up tonight. Brad even chased Amelia away—he had to be pissed. I need to make thing, right.‘

Standing at the villa door, Cameron gentl

crime channel.

“Brad,” she called out.

He turned to look at her. “You’re back.”

Cameron nodded, “Brad, I’m sor…”

pushed open the unlocked gate and stepped inside. Bradley was still on the sofa, watching TV–still the true

“Took you long enough,” Bradley cut

her

of starving.

We’re having fondue.” He got up and headed for the dining room first

Cameron was at a loss for words but followed him into the dining room anyway.

The table was loaded with fondue fixings–all Cameron’s favorites, just like Bradley said. There were baguettes, cauliflowers, potatoes, smoked sausages, roasted mushrooms, apple slices, and so on.

As Cameron walked in, Bradley was just lighting the burner. He motioned for her to sit across from him. She did.

The fondue pot gurgled and soon started to bubble.

Bradley began dropping ingredients into the cheese. Cameron studied his face.

Wearing his gold–rimmed glasses, he looked totally calm, same as always. She couldn’t read him at all.

“Brad,” Cameron said, “I need to apologize for today. I shouldn’t have brought Amelia here without asking. If you’re pissed, go ahead and yell at me. Or hit me, whatever.”

Bradley stirred the pot with a spoon before looking up at her. “Will yelling or hitting undo the fact that you brought Amelia here?”

Cameron replied, “No.”

He adjusted his glasses. “Then why waste my energy?”

Stunned, Cameron stared at him. “Aren’t you mad, Brad?”

He asked, “Does it look like I am?”

She shook her head. “I can’t tell.”

Hearing this, Bradley let out a laugh. “Do you honestly think I’d be sitting here waiting to have fondue with you if I was pissed?”

Cameron was taken aback. She thought, ‘Bradley isn’t pissed? Is he really that laid–back about it?‘ For a moment, she was at a loss for words.

Bradley asked, “Did you make sure Amelia got home? How was she?”

Cameron fell silent for a few seconds. She still couldn’t bring herself to tell Bradley about the near–assault–it was too rsonal a trauma for Amelia to

share without her consent.

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