Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband-Chapter 911 - : I’m not with him!

Chapter 911 -911: I’m not with him!

Clayton Howard heard her and glanced outside the window, watching the pitch-black scene. He asked, “What time is it now?”

Camila Walker glanced at the ladies wristwatch on her left hand, “It’s past 2 in the morning.”

“No need, I’m not hungry.”

Camila Walker was once again dumbfounded, not understanding why he would ask her the time first before saying he wasn’t hungry.

But could a grown man really not be hungry after not eating for so long?

She looked up at the man in front of her, “You haven’t eaten all day, there are still many places selling late-night snacks outside, I’ll go buy you something!”

Having said this, Camila Walker was about to stand up.

The moment she stood up, Clayton Howard felt somewhat anxious inside, “I’ve said I’m not hungry!”

Perhaps afraid that she would really go out alone so late, his tone became somewhat hurried.

But to her, it sounded more like impatience.

She had never seen him so irritable, although in her previous understanding, she wasn’t that familiar with him, but he had always come across as calm and composed, rarely so impatient.

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Camila Walker lowered her head, becoming silent because of his urgency.

Sensing her abnormality, Clayton Howard then realized his tone had been a bit too hasty and hurried to explain, “I really am not hungry, you don’t have to go out so late.”

His tone suddenly softened, and naturally, Camila Walker felt a little better. She looked up with a slight smile, “Okay, then I’ll go buy you food tomorrow morning.”

Clayton Howard nodded, and nothing more was said.

The room once again quieted down. Though it was deep into the night, neither of them felt the slightest bit sleepy; instead, they became more awake.

For some reason, since he woke up, Camila Walker had not once lifted her head proactively, as if afraid to meet his gaze.

But keeping her head down all the time seemed even more unnatural.

She didn’t understand why she acted like this when alone with him; it never used to be the case. Was she thinking too much?

“By the way, thank you for rescuing me.”

Clayton Howard looked up, examining her clear eyes, and then asked, “How did you end up with that Yale Shaw?”

Camila Walker raised her eyes, a sudden panic crossing her heart, eager to clarify, “I’m not with him!”

Noticing her sudden urgency, Clayton Howard slightly furrowed his brow.

“I was there to discuss a contract with Emily Walker, and then I ran into that Yale Shaw. Because I slapped him in the face, he forcibly took me to his room.”

As she spoke, Camila Walker couldn’t help but recall the dangerous moment in the room. If he hadn’t arrived on time, would she have been… by that Yale Shaw?

But then again, how did Clayton Howard know she was there? Did Emily Walker call Baron Stuart about it? So was that why he sent Clayton Howard there in time?

“By the way, why were you there at that time?” she asked him, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion.

Clayton Howard lifted his gaze, his expression calm.

Remembering the scene he witnessed when he burst into the room, he still felt a lingering fear.

The two talked throughout the night, probably the longest conversation they’d ever had over all these years.

The sky outside the window gradually began to lighten, until a bit of dim light streamed into the hospital room, and only then did they realize dawn had arrived.

Perhaps because he was injured, Clayton Howard gradually closed his eyes just before dawn, and when he woke up again, the person beside the hospital bed had already disappeared.