Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 542

“But for now, we’re still focusing on the domestic market,” Walter Wilson said, leaning back in his chair. “But I’ve looked into it—there’s definitely potential to expand overseas.”

As soon as the conversation turned serious, Camila Davis’s expression shifted. She straightened up, giving Walter her full attention. After all, if The Smith Group wanted to grow, they couldn’t just stay in the local market forever.

He was right. There was a whole world out there, and with their connections—especially with the medical school as a solid foundation—they were in a great position to go international.

As they started discussing business, Camila and Walter naturally found themselves talking more often. Every time Walter stopped by the research center, he’d bring a bouquet of flowers—always fresh, always different.

At first, Camila found it a little odd.

Walter just shrugged with a sheepish grin. “My mom’s obsessed with flower arranging. She’s been teaching me for years—well, trying to. I’m definitely not the artist she wishes I was. If I leave them at home, she just complains about how hopeless I am. So, I figured I’d bring them here. At least your desk looks nice.”

Camila couldn’t help but laugh. “So, these are your failed projects? Well, thanks for sharing the rejects!”

She asked someone to put the flowers in a vase. Honestly, though, Walter’s arrangements weren’t bad at all—actually, the colors always looked pretty and well-matched.

Camila didn’t know much about flower arranging, but she appreciated beauty for what it was, so she was happy to accept them. She never read into his gestures—never thought there might be more to it.

Walter noticed how oblivious she was and just smiled quietly. He didn’t mind. After waiting so many years, he was content to take things slow—finding little ways to get her attention, bit by bit.

Once Camila got busy with work, she was able to distract herself, and honestly, she liked it that way. Staying busy meant she didn’t have time to think about him—the one she’d left behind in Cabinda.

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