"Please stay… just wait for me in the living room. I wasn't expecting you, so I needed a shower after the gym. I'll be quick—just need to get dressed. Don't leave, alright?" Greg pleaded, his voice almost desperate.
Cammy noticed the urgency in his eyes, his hand still gently holding her arm. She gave a small smile and nodded.
Greg was relieved and hurried upstairs to his room to dress as quickly as possible, reassured that she wouldn't leave the penthouse.
Instead of heading to the sofa, Cammy wandered toward the kitchen after seeing that something was amiss and remembering Greg's words earlier about having dinner. The penthouse had an open layout, and her eyes were drawn to the kitchen island, which had various ingredients scattered on top of it.
She noticed some vegetables still wrapped in plastic, others freshly washed, and a few half-prepped items like onions and garlic on the chopping board.
