Christine White looked around to see Bess Camp walk into the room wearing a casual white housecoat and clutching a compact tablet.
As she watched him get closer and closer, Christine White’s eyes widened slightly, revealing a few moments of amazement in her eyes.
That’s right, it’s stunning!
Men are awestruck when they see a beautiful woman, and conversely so are women when they see a good looking man.
For example, when she first saw Baird Lane in the past, she was amazed.
And she had only ever felt this way about three men in total, the first being Baird Lane, the second being Hugh Dong, and the third being Bess Camp, because these three men’s looks, were absolutely first class, plus Bess Camp had changed her clothes again.
Speaking of which, this was the first time she’d seen Bess Camp in anything other than a suit, or a mildly casual style, a complete polar opposite of his usual serious, stereotypical suits.
She felt that this style of clothes was the most suitable for Bess Camp, revealing his own temperament completely, just like the white-clothed gentleman as said in the ancient costume TV.
“Ms. White? Ms. White?” Seeing Christine White froze looking at Bess Camp, the maid gave her a gentle nudge to snap her out of her disorientation.
“What’s wrong?” Christine White asked with a sardonic smile as she hastily adjusted herself.
The maid pointed to Bess Camp, “Chief Camp asked if you had breakfast yet.”
“Well well well.” Christine White replied quickly, then looked at Bess Camp, “Mr. Toki, what brings you here?”
Bess Camp held up a finger and shushed her, signaling her to hold her tongue for a moment.
Christine White nodded knowingly, covered her mouth, and stopped talking, only staring at him with two curious almond eyes, trying to see what he was doing.
Only Bess Camp put her fingers down and raised the tablet, looking at the screen of the tablet, her voice even softer than usual, “Grandmother, yes, that’s the sister, would you like to see her?”
Grandma?
Christine White suddenly realized something and became nervous inside.
If she was right, the favor he wanted her to do was to pretend to be his sister, Christine Camp, and talk to his grandmother, right?
As if on cue, Bess Camp stopped talking to the old man on the other end of the video and looked toward Christine White, whispering and mouthing to her, “Help me, cheer up Grandma.”
“…” Christine White looked embarrassed, having little confidence in herself and worried about revealing herself.
In fact, this favor is as close as he’s ever gotten to letting her go abroad before, and go abroad to pretend to be his sister to meet his grandmother.
And now there’s still no need to leave the country and meet his grandmother across a screen, which is convenient, except that …
“You don’t want to?” Seeing Christine White hesitate to take the tablet in her hand, there with her head down thinking about something, Bess Camp assumed she was unwilling to help him, and the light in her eyes dimmed considerably.
He this look, look Christine White heart instantly all soft, opened his mouth back, “Not unwilling, is that I am afraid of revealing, after all, I’m not your sister, in case the old man recognized, it will cause harm to the old man.”
“No way.” Bess Camp shook her head with certainty, “I told you, Grandmother, she only remembers what her sister looked like when she was a teenager, and you look almost the same as your sister did when she was a teenager, so Grandmother won’t be able to tell the difference, not to mention the fact that there’s a screen separating her, and she won’t be able to tell the difference even more since she can’t touch you.”
“Is that so?” Hearing him say that, Christine White’s apprehensive heart suddenly settled down a lot.
Yeah, it was the reality of meeting her that she needed to worry about whether or not she’d be seen through by the old man, across a screen, and that really wasn’t necessary.
Thinking about this, Christine White took a deep breath, put her hand out to Bess Camp, and mustered up the courage to say, “I know, I’ll give it a try.”
“Good.” Bess Camp reconnected the video and put the tablet in her hand.
As soon as the tablet touched her palm, a face popped up on the screen.
It was an old man with snow-white hair and wrinkles all over his face, the old man was about eighty years old, his skin was very white and still had a rosy luster, there was not the slightest bit of the kind of old man spots that ordinary old people grew, and he looked to be a rich old lady who had been carefully nurtured.
So this is Bess Camp’s grandmother… she looks a bit like him… especially her eyes… she looks so kind….
On the other side of the video, the old lady also saw Christine White, and those eyes, which had long been cloudy and blurred, suddenly became clear and bright at this moment, “Christine …”
The old lady shouted in an emotional voice.
Christine White panicked and looked to Bess Camp for help, “I … What should I do?”
“At the moment you are Christine Camp, so naturally you say yes, and yes, call out to your grandmother.” Bess Camp reminded her.
Christine White swallowed, nodded again, and turned her eyes back to the old man on the other end of the video, barely squeezing out a smile as she softly called out, “Grandmother.”
“Hey!” The old woman responded loudly, her eyes moist, her pale hand lifting trembling and reaching for the camera as if to caress Christine White’s face through it.
Christine White could see the old man’s intentions and after slightly biting her lower lip, she stuck her face towards the camera as well, pretending to have a look of enjoyment as if she was being touched.
Bess Camp was surprised to see it all.
He didn’t really have the luxury of expecting her to do these intimate gestures to her grandmother, he only hoped that she would call out to her grandmother a few times, talk to her grandmother more often, coax her grandmother to smile, and not fall off the wagon at critical times would be almost enough.
But what he didn’t expect, and was pleasantly surprised, was that she would actually take the initiative to cater to her grandmother’s closeness.
Unbidden, the way Bess Camp looked into White’s eyes changed and became softer.
Christine White didn’t notice Bess Camp’s gaze; her full attention was on the old lady.
Since that call of grandmother, she was no longer so apprehensive about the old lady, and was not afraid of her being found out that she was a fake.
So it became natural to get along with the old lady after that.
The old lady was really a very kind old man, and Christine White really treated her like her grandmother as she talked to her.
For a while, the large room was cozy with laughter.
Christine White chatted with the old lady, until the tablet was almost out of battery and someone on the old lady’s side urged to take a break, before the nearly hour-long video call finally came to an end.
“Mr. Toki, this is back to you, sorry for losing the battery for you.” Christine White handed the tablet to Bess Camp and said somewhat overly.
Bess Camp waved her hand, not really caring, “You don’t have to tell me you’re sorry, I should be the one to tell you thank you, Grandmother had a great day.”
“You’re welcome, you should, you helped me and saved me, I’m just doing you a little favor, you don’t have to say thank you to me, and I’m happy too, grandma …”
Suddenly realizing that she had shouted the wrong title, Christine White’s small face flushed slightly, coughed lightly, and hurriedly changed her words, “The old lady is very human and nice.”
Bess Camp laughed moodily at her embarrassed little look, “It’s better to call Grandmother, or else one moment Grandmother and the next moment Old Lady, the next time you see Grandmother, you’ll most likely call her by the wrong name.”
“Next time?” Christine White blinked in dismay as she heard the hidden message in his words, “Mr. Toki, do you mean to say that I’ll be videoing my old … grandmother again after that?”
Bess Camp nodded lightly, “Good, Grandmother knows about you and will be looking for you often after that.”
“Huh?” The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched, “I can’t believe this is happening, but you didn’t tell me before.”
“I just realized it too.” Bess Camp smiled apologetically.
At that moment, the cell phone he kept in his pocket rang.
After he said he was sorry, he took his cell phone out and was surprised when he saw the caller ID.