A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila closed the door behind her, leaning against it while catching her breath.

Her recent encounter with Connor had caught her off guard, leaving a delicate sensation rippling through her heart.

A blush crept up her ears as she could hear the thumping of her heart echoing around her.

Connor set down the ice pack.

He reached out and gently held the fingers she had touched earlier as if feeling her warmth and essence. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

That night, the two tossed and turned, struggling to find sleep.

The next morning,

Camila’s alarm clock went off.

She turned it off, rolled over, and continued lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

She blinked slowly before forcing herself to get up.

In the bathroom, all her toiletries were still in place. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes slightly weary.

After freshening up, she jogged back to her place, changed into her work clothes, and then returned to Cedarhill Estate.

At the door, she took a deep breath to compose herself before entering. There, s

he saw David arranging breakfast on the dining table.

He smiled and nodded in greeting.

"Good morning, Camila." David’s voice slightly eased her mood.

"Good morning, David. I’m going to make Mr. Connor some coffee," Camila replied with a smile.

David nodded.

Camila took the freshly made coffee to the dining table.

At that moment, Connor came out of the bedroom.

"Good morning, Mr. Connor," Camila said with a polite smile.

Connor responded.

Their eyes met, creating a slightly awkward atmosphere.

David looked up, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. "Mr. Connor, your face...were you in a fight?"

Connor sat down and shook his head. "No, just boxing."

"Goodness, how did you manage to hurt yourself while boxing?" David expressed his concern. "I should call a doctor."

"It’s alright. I’ve already applied some ointment," Connor said, glancing at Camila.

Following his gaze, David looked at Camila and uttered a meaningful "Oh."

Connor’s eyes still lingered on Camila as he softly said, "Come have breakfast."

Camila shook her head slightly. "Mr. Connor, I’ve already eaten."

Connor raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "You left here at 7:40 this morning to change clothes, and now it’s just 8:10. How did you manage to find time for breakfast?"

David paused with his utensils for a half-second, his ears perking up before he continued his meal.

Camila was momentarily stunned.

She forced a stiff smile and said nonchalantly, "Yes, I grabbed something from a convenience store."

"You must be tired after last night. Convenience store food isn’t very nutritious. Have something more substantial to build your strength," Connor continued, his expression turning sly as his lips curved slightly.

Hearing this, David immediately shifted his gaze to Camila, his pupils narrowing slightly.

Camila’s cheeks flushed, and she glared at Connor.

Internally, she cursed, "What are you thinking? Such a random remark could lead David to all sorts of assumptions!"

"Last night, Mr. Connor was boxing late, and Alan and I helped him get back home," she quickly turned to David to clarify, emphasizing the name 'Alan.'

"Is that so?" David looked slightly disappointed but smiled. "Camila, are you sure you won’t have some more food?"

Camila shook her head slightly.

Connor sipped his coffee, dropping the mischievous smile to adopt a more serious demeanor.