Love at First Night - Chapter 146

He called a cab and gave him the address. We reached a huge farm, the right side was dedicated to livestock, whereas the left side was for growing and cropping plants of every kind from fruit to vegetables.

Many other people took care of the farms, drove tractors, and took care of the agricultural processes.

It was such an amazing sight to look at, I couldn’t even imagine that was Cameron’s. Having a farm was kinda contradictory to his company.

He opened the wooden gate and entered the farm allowing me in as well. He looked so genuinely happy to have me brought there. An old man with a long white beard turned around and when he saw Cameron, his eyes sparkled in joy.

Then filled with tears as he covered his mouth in disbelief and walked hastily to reach us.

The man hugged Cameron in a sweet embrace.

“Cameron!” He cheered in a shaky voice.

“Hi, uncle Manuelito! How are you doing?” Cameron said smiling with one of the most sincere smiles he had ever given.

“I am doing well! We just harvest many plants this morning come in please!”

The man’s gaze drifted to meet my gaze and his eyes widened as if he saw a ghost. He seemed to be in disbelief of finally meeting someone close to Cameron. I offered him a shy smile and stretched my hand, he shook it and then covered my hand with his other hand as he gave me a trembling smile.

“She is my girlfriend, Lily Waldorf.”

Girlfriend.

I would never get used to being called girlfriend, my heart at the sound of that word swallowed so much that I couldn’t restrain a smile to pain on my face.

“Girlfriend??? This is the first time you introduce us to your girlfriend!” His eyes got even wider as he raised his eyebrows in a positive shock and awe.

“I know. She is my first one in lots of things.” He smiled as he referred to something only me and him could understand and I genuinely did the same.

The man left my hand abruptly to hug me in a tight embrace, “then let’s hug we are family!!”

I smiled, he looked so sweet and affectioned in his genuine gestures, he made me feel home and loved even if I just met him.

As we walked inside, Cameron held my hand and began to tell me about the place.

“Manuelito is my grandfather’s brother, he is one of the dearest people to me because he reminds me of my grandfather.”

Hearing that Manuelito turned around and smiled at Cameron and me.

“This farm is yours?” I asked Cameron who nodded as he opened the door and we sat on a wooden table with lots of cut vegetables on it.

“Yes, I inherited from my family. I visit it rarely but everything I come to my heart fills with happiness. I have so many memories of me as a kid helping my relatives to grow plants.”

Manuelito nodded as he heard Cameron move talking about that place, he couldn’t stop staring at me almost as If he needed to make sure that I wouldn’t disappear.

Then Cameron joined him to cut the bell peppers as another old man walked to us. He was a farmer there for over 50 years and he seemed just as happy to come to my acquaintance just like if he was a familiar member.

They began to tell me the farm’s story and how first it was only a little house in the middle of a way too big land. Cameron’s grandfather had the idea to create a garden and grow plants there. Then he began to sell his plants on the market and day after day the garden got bigger and bigger.

Now they had many animals such as cows, goats, chickens, and hens.

As we chatted more farmers stopped by to introduce themselves to me and then went back to their works.

When it was lunchtime, Manuelito asked me if I would like to taste the local ingredients he just harvested and I couldn’t be more excited to accept.

As he went to cook Cameron and I remained alone, letting me deduce how real we were, meeting his relatives and staying at the places he used to stay when he was younger. That was such a perfect relationship, “you can’t imagine how happy you made me by letting me visit such a special place to you.” I said.

“I am glad you liked it. Manuelito seemed to like you a lot!” He smiled.

“Is Manuelito his real name?” I asked curiously as I raised my eyebrows and peeked in the chicken from where an amazing scent of fresh vegetables and eggs came from.

“His real name is Manuel but he used to have an Italian girlfriend who called him Manuelito. So since that day, we began to call him like that.”

He giggled.

“So should I call you Cameronito too?” I smirked.

He shook his head vigorously at my questioning, “please don’t, unless you want to torture me.”

Maybe I should do that only to get my little revenge for making me blush when he mentioned the pilot of his private airplane hearing us earlier.

I folded my arms as the smirk grew bigger on my face but he soon deciphered my devilish thoughts and pointed his finger at me.

“Do not ever try to do so.” He threatened me with a low hoarse voice which was so sensual that made me want to continue just to hear it again.

“Will think about that, Cameronito.”

I smirked even more and his jaw tensed, “Lily!” His voice got deeper and a smile grew on my lips.

It felt good to be scolded by your boyfriend when his voice was so hot and penetrating.

I had better liked someone as much as I like him, nobody ever made my heart beat the way he does.

I didn’t know if that was emotional or just bare physical attraction.