Married at First Sight Chapter 1380

Chapter 1380

As she faced Zachary, Camryn cautiously greeted him, “Is that Mr. York?”

A spark flickered in Zachary’s dark eyes; the girl was able to identify him by the sound of his footsteps.

“Ms. Camryn.”

Zachary replied in a low voice, “Are you here to deliver flowers to Callum, Ms. Camryn?”

Camryn nodded and smiled. “Mr. Callum ordered a bouquet from my shop. He asked me to make the delivery right now.”

Zachary inquired, “Did you come here by yourself?”

“Yes.”

Zachary thought Callum was heading toward trouble. He recognized that Camryn was blind, yet he expected her to manage the flower delivery on her own.

However, Zachary chose to remain silent.

This was Callum’s affair, and Zachary preferred to observe from a distance.

“Do you need assistance getting upstairs?”

“Thank you, Mr. Zachary, but that won’t be necessary.”

Having visited twice before, Camryn was familiar with the route and could find her way to Callum’s office independently.

Without another word, Zachary proceeded into the office building.

As Zachary’s footsteps faded, Camryn took her time entering.

The two receptionists greeted her, and Camryn smiled in return.

Ten minutes later, Camryn stood outside Callum’s office and raised her hand to knock on the door.

No response came from the other side.

After a brief silence, she knocked again.

The door swung open.

Callum stood before her, looking at her.

“Mr. Callum.”

Camryn presented the bouquet with a smile, saying, “Here are the flowers you ordered. That will be three hundred dollars.”

Instead of taking the flowers, Callum turned and walked inside while

“Come in,” Callum said to Camryn.

Camryn paused for a moment before entering the office behind him.

“Please shut the door if you can,” he added.

Camryn fumbled for the door handle and closed it behind her.

“Come and take a seat,” he instructed. Callum moved closer to the sofa and sat down, inviting Camryn over.

Using the sound of Callum’s voice as a guide, Camryn navigated toward him until she felt the back of the sofa. She cautiously ran her fingers along the fabric to locate a seat, when suddenly, she felt a warm touch; it was Callum’s hand.

Startled, she pulled her arms back.

“Are you trying to take advantage of me?” he asked, his breath warm as his bold words reached her ears.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Callum. It was an accident. I can only apologize if you believe I’m taking advantage of you,” Camryn replied.

Unexpectedly, Callum gently grasped her chin, lifting her face to get a better look at her features.

Throughout the encounter, Camryn remained composed, neither flustered nor alarmed as he examined her face.

After a moment, Callum let out a breath and removed her sunglasses. “Yesterday afternoon, your dad—wait, your uncle—contacted me. He said I saved you and witnessed your most vulnerable moment when you were almost humiliated.”

He paused, leaving the statement hanging in the air.

Camryn found her way to the sofa and sat down, placing the bouquet on the coffee table.

“He wants you to marry me, right?” she asked.

“So they told you?” Callum replied.

In truth, Mr. Newman had been somewhat indirect, but that was the implication. Callum felt a chuckle rising within him.

The suggestion made by Mr. Newman was precisely the kind of thing that appealed to Callum.