A One Night Stand With My Boss

The next morning, Camila arrived on time at Cedarhill Estate.

She stood before the familiar door, her heartbeat accelerating uncontrollably.

The tension from their unpleasant parting the day before was still fresh in her mind.

How should she face him now?

Camila had no answers.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand to enter the code but hesitated.

Just as she wavered, the door suddenly swung open.

Startled, Camila instinctively looked up, only to see David holding a lunch box.

"Camila," David said, holding the lunch box as he opened the door, puzzled. "Mr. Connor isn’t home. He didn’t come back last night. Do you know where he might be?"

Camila stared blankly at David, slowly shaking her head.

He's not here?

"You don’t know either?" David seemed surprised as he handed her the lunch box.

"He might have stayed at the office. He’s done that before. Ever since you've been here, Mr. Connor has been coming home every night."

She heard David’s words and reached out to take the breakfast, but her hand paused mid-air.

Was it because of her that Connor had been coming home every night?

Her heart pounded fiercely.

Suddenly, a voice in her head whispered,

'Camila, don’t be foolish.

He has someone he likes, and it's not you!'

"Camila?" David’s voice brought her back to reality.

Camila quickly shook her head, dismissing those unrealistic thoughts.

"Are you alright? Do you feel unwell?" asked David.

Camila forced a smile and shook her head as she took the breakfast.

"I’ll take this breakfast to the office." Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"That’s strange," David commented, confused. "Why didn’t Mr. Connor tell you he wouldn’t be coming home? Didn’t you go to work together yesterday?"

Camila chuckled, "I was at the flagship store yesterday, and I was not with him."

David nodded, "Let’s go together. I’ll drive you to the office."

"It’s not necessary. I can just take a cab," said Camila.

"It’s no trouble. I’m heading that way anyway. Come on!" With that, David turned and walked toward the elevator.

Reluctantly, Camila followed.

Once in the car, David glanced at Camila, observing her subtle emotional changes.

He was a thoughtful man who took meticulous care of Connor's daily needs. He sensed the subtle dynamics between them.

"Did you and Mr. Connor have a fight?" he asked.

Camila squeezed out a smile and shook her head. "No."

David smiled slightly as if seeing through her thoughts. "Do you think I’m a nosy old man?"

Camila hurriedly shook her head. "No, not at all."

David laughed, "Well, don't be deceived by Mr. Connor’s efficient demeanor. He's quite oblivious when it comes to emotions and isn’t good at comforting people."

He looked at Camila and continued, "If there’s something he isn’t doing right, you should tell him directly. Don’t keep it to yourself."

"David, you misunderstand the situation," Camila gently shook her head.

"You both know the truth. I won’t say more," David sighed as he looked at Camila.

The car smoothly stopped in front of the office building, and Camila thanked David before stepping out with a slightly uneasy heart and entering the elevator.

She reached the office floor and stepped out to find the office still dimly lit, as it was quite early.

Camila returned to her desk, placing her bag down.

Her gaze unwittingly drifted toward Connor’s office, which

was dark and silent.

Holding the breakfast, she took a deep breath.

The moment she pushed open the door, a

strong scent of tobacco and alcohol hit her.