A One Night Stand With My Boss

Connor noticed Camila hesitating and decided to change his strategy. He slightly furrowed his brow, putting on a pitiful look. “I’ve been standing here for half an hour, and my legs are getting sore.”

Camila snapped out of her thoughts, glanced at the flowers in his hand, and then at his slightly hurt face, feeling a twinge of sympathy.

Seizing the moment, Connor thrust the flowers into Camila’s arms. “My hands are getting sore too.”

Camila instinctively raised her hands to hold the flowers and nodded reluctantly, turning to place the flowers on a table inside the house.

Connor’s gaze followed her figure. There was a triumphant smile curling up the corners of his mouth.

After arranging the flowers on the table, Camila turned back to face Connor at the doorway.

He was smiling warmly at her, his eyes brimming with affection.

“I know you like flowers. I’ll buy them for you,” he said softly.

Camila paused after arranging the flowers. Did he mean to keep sending them?

Camila didn’t respond but finished arranging the flowers and closed the door.

“It’s still early; let’s go for breakfast,” Connor suggested gently, heading towards the elevator. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Aren’t we going back to Cedarhill Estate?” Camila asked, surprised.

“No, just the two of us. I know a great breakfast spot nearby,” Connor said tenderly, pressing the elevator button.

Camila didn’t object, merely following him silently with her head down.

The elevator doors slowly closed. In the confined space, they stood apart.

After a few minutes’ walk, they reached a restaurant. Camila didn’t expect that this place served breakfast. She thought it only opened at noon.

Connor chose a table by the window.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a vibrant glow on him. It was hard to believe that he had been working late into the night and still appeared so energetic.

“What would you like to eat?” Connor asked. His gaze never left Camila’s eyes.

“Anything is fine,” Camila replied, trying to appear casual.

Connor smiled and nodded, then turned to order from the waiter.

Breakfast was served quickly. It was all her favorites. Camila took a sip of her milk and cut a piece of the honey and cream-covered pancakes into her mouth.

The delicious food slightly eased her mood.

Connor watched her and asked gently, “Is it good?”

Camila nodded. She looked around and whispered, “Are we too early? There are no other customers?”

Connor smiled slightly, “They don’t usually serve breakfast. I arranged with the owner to open early and prepare your favorite dishes.”

Camila watched him, touched by his thoughtful arrangement. “You...” she hesitated to speak.

Connor put down his cutlery and looked at her earnestly. “You don’t need to feel pressured. I’m just doing what I want to do.”

Camila lowered her head, her thoughts in turmoil. “I...” she began softly, suddenly unsure how to tell him she didn’t have a boyfriend.

“I’ll give you time,” Connor said gently. “I will wait for your answer.”

They continued their breakfast in silence, not touching on the topic of relationships again.

Suddenly, Camila’s phone rang. “Mr. Connor, I need to take this call.”

Connor nodded.

Camila answered the call, spoke a few words, and then said, “Alright, I understand. I’ll move over this weekend. Thank you.”

Hearing the word “move,” Connor paused, putting down his cutlery and looking at Camila.

After hanging up the phone, she noticed Connor staring at her. The confusion was evident in his eyes.

Connor looked intently at Camila. “You’re moving?”