<h4>Chapter 92: Enjoy Your ‘Chicken’</h4>


    With a busy day in Cross Tech, the hours passed by so quickly that before Greg and Cammy knew it, it was already time to leave to attend Dn’s football match.


    "Cammy," Chiqui called out. "Aren’t you supposed to leave by lunch, so you could attend your son’s football match?"


    Cammy checked the time on her monitor and saw that it was already noon. She quickly wrapped up the work that she was doing and thanked Chiqui for reminding her.


    Her phone vibrated as a message came through from Greg. [Meet me at the back of the building. I’ll wait in my car. We still have a bit of time, let’s eat lunch first. Is Korean-vored chicken ok with you? I just thought that it would be faster if we ate in a fast food restaurant. Think about it, let me know, see you! <3]


    Cammy’s brows knitted together for a brief moment when she noticed the heart emoji in Greg’s message—somethingpletely out of character for him. But before she could dwell on it, a small smile crept onto her lips, which she quickly stifled by covering her mouth with her hand.


    "Someone looks a little too happy over a text," Chiqui remarked, snapping Cammy out of her thoughts. The suddenment made her jolt, and she instinctively tilted her phone away to hide the screen.


    "Oh, no, it’s nothing like that," Cammy said, scrambling for an excuse. "I just got excited about having Korean-vored chicken for lunch, that’s all."


    Chiqui arched a knowing brow. "Uh-huh. Sure. Go enjoy your ’chicken’ then," she teased, emphasizing thest word with a yful smirk.


    Feeling flustered, Cammy hurriedly gathered her things and made her way to the back of the Cross Tech building. As soon as she spotted Greg’s car, the door on the passenger side swung open from the inside. Without hesitation, she slid in, closing the door behind her.


    "You didn’t have to do that! What if someone saw you?!" Cammy scolded with caution.


    Greg simply shrugged, shing a mischievous grin. "Then they saw me," he said,pletely unfazed.


    Cammy let out a frustrated sigh. "You shouldn’t be so careless."


    "We’re not going to keep this a secret once you transfer departments, so why stress over it now?" Greg countered smoothly.


    As soon as Cammy settled into her seat, Greg leaned in, grabbed her seatbelt, and buckled her in.


    Cammy stiffened at the unexpected gesture, her breath hitching. "Y-You didn’t have to do that," she stammered.


    Greg smirked, his fingers lingering on the buckle for a second before pulling away. "Consider it my way of making up for not properly opening the door for you," he said before pressing his foot on the gas.


    Within minutes, they arrived at the Korean chicken fast-food chain Greg had mentioned.


    "Find us a table. I’ll handle the ordering. What vor and which part of the chicken do you want?" Greg asked.


    Cammy hesitated, caught off guard by the simple yet unfamiliar gesture. She wasn’t used to this—having a man order for her, especially in a fast-food ce.


    With Duncan, they had also eaten in ces like this, usually when they were in a hurry, particrly with Dn, who loved fried chicken. But every time, it was Cammy who stood in line to ce their order while Duncan sat, scrolling through his phone, waiting for her to bring the food.


    And now, here she was, being told to sit and rx while a billionaire—her boss, no less—took care of the ordering and carrying of the tray. It was such a small thing, yet it felt so different.


    "Cammy?" Greg’s voice pulled her from her thoughts.


    "Oh, sorry. I just remembered something," she replied, quickly snapping back to the present. "I’ll have the leg in honey soy vor."


    Greg nodded. "Got it. Go grab us a table before the ce fills up." With that, he turned toward the counter to ce their order.


    As Cammy made her way to an empty table, a strange warmth spread through her chest. She found herself smiling without realizing it. ’What is this feeling? Am Iing down with a fever?’ she wondered, touching her neck as if checking for a temperature.


    When Greg returned, he carefully set their food and drinks on the table, not once asking for her help. He arranged everything meticulously, cing the napkins and utensils in their proper spots, his every action was effortless yet thoughtful.


    But Greg wasn’t done yet. "Oops, I forgot to ask—what kind of sauce or dip do you like?"


    "Uh... I think mayo would go well with this," she answered.


    "Got it. Wait here."


    A momentter, Greg returned with a tray holding four different dipping sauces.


    Cammy raised a brow at the unexpected variety, and Greg immediately picked up on her confusion. "The cashier rmended honey-mayo and tartar sauce, so I figured why not? And I grabbed some ketchup too, just in case you felt like switching it up."


    "This is way too much, Greg," she said, shaking her head.


    "Nah, it’s always good to have options. You never know what you’ll like until you try," he replied with a yful smirk.


    "Same with women?" The words slipped out before Cammy could stop herself. ’Damn it! Why did I say that?’ she mentally cursed.


    Greg’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Is that jealousy I hear?" He leaned in slightly, his tone teasing yet confident. "Don’t worry, Cammy. I don’t have a list of women. You’re the only one in my life." He spoke so casually as he arranged the dips and sauces on the table.


    "It was just a joke," she muttered, trying to downy her slip-up.


    "Jokes are half-meant," Greg countered smoothly. "And if you are jealous, that only means you care. Which, honestly, makes me happy. But you have nothing to worry about."


    Cammy felt heat rise to her cheeks,pletely caught off guard. Maybe it was because Greg’s response was so calm—reassuring, even. Not defensive. Not angry. Not dismissive. Unlike Duncan, who would haveshed out, used her of being paranoid, or turned the me on her.


    This was different. And for some reason, that scared her.


    After finishing their meal, they headed straight to Dn’s school. Since it was still school hours, parents weren’t permitted to enter the dormitory until sses ended. Instead, they were directed to the football field to settle in before the game began.


    Little did they know, a surprise awaited them.


    "Cammy!"


    The familiar voice sent Cammy’s heart racing. ’No way... What is she doing here?’ she thought, a mix of shock and apprehension washing over her. Slowly, she turned around to face the woman who had called her name.