A One Night Stand With My Boss

“Thank you, ma’am,” Camila said, knowing that Peter was Emily's friend. Meeting him teday must have been Emily's doing.

Emily smiled. “Don’t thank me, thank him.” She glanced at Connor with a playful look. "He said he lost some points and dragged us out here to earn some back."

Following Emily’s gaze, Camila turned to Connor and softly said, “Thank you,” her eyes filled with gratitude. Connor watched her with tender eyes and a slight smile on his lips. Camila's happiness was his greatest satisfaction “Let's order. We're all hungry.” Emily reminded them with a smile.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Camila snapped back to reality. Her cheeks blushed as she quickly picked up the menu to hide her fluster. Connor watched her. His eyes were brimming with amusement.

After dinner, Camila asked cautiously, “Peter, could you please sign an autograph for me?”

“How about we take a picture together instead?” Emily suggested with a laugh.

Camila looked up excitedly, hopeful. “Could we?

“Of course,” Peter replied with a warm smile.

“Could you take a picture for us, please?” Emily asked the waiter.

The waiter quickly took the phone, searching for the best angle.

“Come on, everyone, squeeze in a bit,” the waiter said with a smile, guiding them to stand closer together.

Camila and Connor stood behind Peter and Emily. All four smiled at the camera.

After the photo, the waiter N respectfully handed them the pharie to chek the photo. Camila eagerly took:the phone, thrilled at theymage On. ‘the screen. -

Emily nodded in approval. “This is a great shot, almost like an early family portrait.” “What?” Camila was stunned. Emily smiled at Camila. “He's Connor’s father, my husband.”

Emily's words exploded like thunder in Camila’s ears, leaving her dazed. Camila turned to Connor. Her shock and disbelief were evident.

She could fever have imagined that. her favourite artist would turn outto be Connor's father. It was all tad’ sudden for her, feeling as if her world had been turned upside down.

Connor gently took Camila's hand, whispering, “I'm sorry. I didn't tell you earlier.”

“I... 1...” Camila stuttered, at a loss for words. Her emotions were a complex mix of surprise, shock, and a bit of confusion.

Emily couldn't help but laugh at Camila’ sfeaction. She walked over to Camila and gently patted her> shoulder. ' ‘Don’t be nervous, Camila. If Cennor arranged this meeting, it means he’s serious about you.” Céntent belongs to

Camila looked at Connor, and her heart pounded uncontrollably,

“Did it scare you?” Connor watched Camila’s shocked and mixed expressions, feeling a pang of guilt. Camila numbly nodded, then shook her head. She was completely unable to articulate the turmoil inside. This news was too sudden; she needed some time to process it all

Connor gently held her hand, guiltily saying, “I'm sorry. I rushed things.”