Camellia's POV
I glanced down at my bare wrist, then looked up and said, "I like it, but it's not practical to wear during experiments."
He was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Cam, I don't mind you working, but experiments are exhausting. Back in college, you were always pulling all-nighters in the lab. I don't want you to overwork yourself. I can have my assistant arrange something else for you, okay?"
I frowned, shooting him a disapproving look. "This is the work I love. No matter how tiring or demanding it is, I'm willing to put in the effort. I hope you can respect my choice."
His grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. "Alright, it's up to you. If you ever get tired of it, just quit. I can take care of you."
I smiled faintly but didn't respond.
Take care of me
