The Waitress With a PhD Who Silenced a Arrogant And Rude Billionaire
Chapter 35
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"Thank you for everything," Camille said, her voice thick with emotion. "I couldn't have done this without you.""Yes, you could have. But I'm glad I got to be part of it." He paused. "Come home soon. I miss you.""I miss you, too. I'll be home in three days."Camille spent the rest of her time in Paris celebrating. She met with old friends from her student days, visited her favorite cafes and bookstores, walked along the Seine at sunset. It felt like coming full circle: returning to the place where she'd first discovered her passion for languages and claiming her achievement.But she was ready to go home. Paris was beautiful, but Chicago was where her life was now: where her mother was, where Theodore was, where her future waited.The flight home felt shorter than the flight there. Camille dozed, dreaming of what came next: she had her doctorate now; she could teach at universities, publish research, build the academic career she'd always wanted. But she also loved her work at the community center. She loved helping immigrants learn English, loved watching adults discover the joy of education. Maybe she could do both: part-time teaching, part-time community work, building a life that honored both her credentials and her values.When the plane landed in Chicago, Camille felt a surge of happiness. She was home.Theodore and Gloria were waiting at baggage claim. Gloria was in her wheelchair, a precaution after the long wait, but she looked healthy and vibrant in her green dress. Theodore stood beside her, wearing jeans and a blue shirt, his face lit up with joy. When he saw Camille, he broke into a huge smile."There's Dr. Johnson!"Camille ran to them, hugging her mother first, then Theodore. He held her tight, his arms strong and warm."Welcome home," he whispered."It's good to be home."They went to dinner at Gloria's favorite restaurant, a soul food place with bright yellow walls and the best fried chicken in the city. Over sweet tea and cornbread, Camille told them about the defense, about Paris, about seeing her old professors and friends."I'm so happy for you, baby," Gloria said, her eyes shining. "You got your dream back.""We got our dreams back," Camille corrected. "You're healthy. I have my degree. We have stability. It's more than I ever hoped for."After dinner, Theodore drove Gloria home, then took Camille back to his penthouse. It looked different than it had at Christmas: warmer, more lived-in. There were photos on the walls now, books on the shelves. Theodore was making it a home.They sat on his couch, and Theodore took Camille's hand. "I want to talk about us. About our future.""Okay.""I love you," Theodore said simply. "I've loved you for months, probably since that day at the Art Institute, maybe even before. You make me better. You make me want to be better. And I want to build a life with you, if you'll let me."