Fiancé Cheated... So I Took His Rival’s Deal - Chapter 19: Chapter 19

Camila's fingers trembled slightly as she blocked Luke on WhatsApp without a second thought. No reply necessary. One by one, she hunted down every remaining connection to Noel in her contacts, blocking them all with methodical precision.
If she was cutting ties with Noel, she'd do it properly—no half measures, no lingering threads.
Only after blocking the last name did she exhale, the tension leaving her shoulders. As she turned to grab her hairdryer, her phone buzzed with a message from Johnathon—a meticulously detailed treatment schedule and aftercare instructions.
Camila couldn't help a small smile. Of course he'd send this. The man was nothing if not thorough. She fired off a quick thanks, but his reply was characteristically brief: [No need.]
She typed back: [I'll be on time for the next session. Promise.]
Johnathon responded instantly: [If you need anything, don't hesitate.]
Camila hesitated, then sent: [Dr. Hemming, are you always this attentive with patients? You deserve a medal.]
The typing bubble appeared. She watched, intrigued—until it disappeared without a reply.
She blinked and sent a single: [?]
Johnathon paused with his water glass halfway to his lips, staring at the question mark. After a beat, his fingers flew across the screen: [When are you delivering that medal? I'll be waiting.]
Camila's mouth fell open. That wasn't an actual offer— She scrolled quickly and sent a gold medal emoji.
Johnathon stared at his screen. Deadpan, he replied: [Thanks. I'm good.]
She could see him shaking his head through the phone. Laughing, she sent back two crying-laugh emojis.
Just as she thought the conversation was over, another message popped up: [You're apartment hunting?]
Her eyebrows shot up. She'd only tweeted about that an hour ago. [Yeah, still looking!]
[Any must-haves?]
Wait—is he offering help? She listed her basics.
After a pause: [I know a place that might work.]
[Where??] she typed, already sitting up straighter.
The name of an upscale residential complex appeared. Camila's excitement fizzled. [That's a luxury building. Way beyond my budget.]
Johnathon's reply came fast: [Owner's relocating abroad. Just wants someone responsible. Price is negotiable.]
Wait—do deals like this actually exist? Her fingers flew: [Can you ask for me?]
[Sure.]
Camila nearly dropped her phone. After hours of scrolling through dismal listings, this felt like divine intervention.
Meanwhile, after dropping Shirley off, Noel turned to Luke with a look that could freeze lava. "Who'd you send that photo to?"
Luke's grin faltered. "What photo?"
"Try again." Noel might be drunk, but he'd caught Luke's sneaky snapshot when he'd kissed Shirley—had seen it in his peripheral vision like a flashing neon sign.
Luke scratched his nose. "Sent it to Camila, obviously."
Noel's stare didn't waver.
"Figured she should know you're not exactly pining," Luke added with forced casualness. "Help her move on."
A cold laugh escaped Noel. "You think I give a damn what she thinks?"
"Course not. Just had your back, man."
"Stay out of my business."
"Fine. After tonight? Wouldn't touch this drama with a ten-foot pole."