A One Night Stand With My Boss

Haylie froze. “Connor, what do you mean by that? How have I used you?” Her lips twitched slightly.

Connor glanced at her coldly, smiled, and said, “Everything that happened yesterday was a play you directed yourself, using me to create a media frenzy and divert public attention.”

He scoffed, glancing at her ankle. “I’ll compensate you financially for your injury. Whether you choose to study abroad or continue in the entertainment industry, it’s none of my business.” This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Haylie’s face turned pale. She hadn’t expected Connor to expose her true intentions so bluntly.

“Connor, I admit I had my own motives.” Her voice trembled slightly.

“But what could I do... Everyone was against me, and the only person I could turn to was you...” Haylie’s smile was bitter.

There was a knock at the door, and Camila walked in carrying coffee. She noticed the tense atmosphere in the lounge, quietly set down the coffee, and prepared to leave.

“Wait a minute,” Connor called out to her.

Camila stopped in her tracks.

“Order some takeout for Ms. Haylie,” Connor said sternly.

“Sure.” Camila nodded and left, gently closing the door behind her.

“After you’ve eaten, Alan will take you to the hotel.” After saying that, he no longer looked at Haylie and took a sip of his coffee.

Haylie watched his indifferent demeanor and gritted her teeth. She knew Connor was setting boundaries.

It was nearing lunchtime. Camila went downstairs to pick up the lunch delivered by the driver. She didn’t order food for Haylie, instead bringing her own to the lounge.

“Ms. Haylie, here is your lunch.”

Haylie didn’t respond. She glanced at Camila, a hint of resentment hidden behind her sunglasses.

Camila walked out of the lounge. She carried the lunch to Connor’s office, “Mr. Connor, lunch is ready. I’ve also delivered Ms. Haylie’s to the lounge.”

Camila’s voice was calm and detached, as if reporting a routine task.

Connor nodded, and his voice was soft. “Bring your lunch in here. I want to discuss SummitTrack Investments with you.”

“Sorry, Mr. Connor, I asked Alan for some time off. I have personal matters to attend to,” Camila replied.

“What’s going on?” A flicker of concern crossed Connor’s eyes.

Camila glanced at him briefly, her response cool. “Family issues, but I have my laptop with me. It won’t affect work.”

Connor looked worried but unsure how to express it. “You can tell me. I’m here to help.”

Camila shook her head. “It’s all taken care of.”

A shadow of disappointment crossed Connor’s eyes. “Alright, but let me know if you need anything. I’m always here.”

Camila nodded, “Thank you, Mr. Connor.”

Connor added, “Actually, these tasks aren’t urgent; you don’t need to bring your laptop.”

Camila paused, then nodded. “Alright.”

After Camila left, Connor sat alone in his office, deep in thought. He leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling, and sighed softly. Camila always kept a certain distance from him, making it difficult for him to make a move.

The door was knocked again, and Alan entered. “Mr. Connor, everything is arranged,” he said. “The hotel is ready. We can take Ms. Haylie there now.”

Connor acknowledged with a nod, a flicker of disgust in his eyes.