A One Night Stand With My Boss

Erica stared coldly at Logan and said, "After all the heartache you've caused my friend, don’t you think you deserve a beating? Don't you think you should get some punishment?"

“It was an honest mistake," Logan replied, looking aggrieved.

"Are you going to cut the onion or not?” Erica glared at him.

Logan sighed, “Alright, I get it. I'm at the bottom of the food chain.”

He placed the onion properly. took a deep breath, and then, cut it up.

"Woah!" He couldn't help but cry out softly, feeling a sharp pain in his eyes.

Erica took out her phone and quickly snapped a photo of Logan in his embarrassing predicament.

“Alright, get up," her tone was still cold, but it carried a hint of sympathy.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Logan stood up with relief, moving his stiff legs. He watched Erica with a pitiful and aggrieved expression.

"Come here, let me see," Erica finally softened, beckoning Logan over.

Logan knew Erica felt sorry for him and scurried over to hug her, burying his face in her embrace.

"Look at my face..." He lifted his head. showing Erica the side of his face that had been punched by Connor, “It hurts.” Erica gently rubbed it. sighing, "Look what you've done.”

"Who knew a necklace could cause such a big misunderstanding?” Logan muttered, feeling wronged.

Erica's anger completely evaporated. She reached out and gently pinched his cheek, "Remember this lesson well.”

Logan nodded repeatedly, promising, "I got it. I won't do this again."

Then, he helgged Erica tightly, NN ‘Considering Connor's been single for 28 years and is finally about to get married, soon no longer a bachelor, I won't hold it against him."

Erica suppressed a smile, giving Logan a meaningful look. "It seems you brothers have some secrets after all," she said proudly. "What do you mean?" Logan looked puzzled at Erica

“Nothing,” Erica said smugly. raising an eyebrow.

After a pause, she added, "I think Connor is a decent man.”

Logan frowned, "What do you mean?”

Erica shook her head and remained silent.

At the dinner table, Camila was zoning out with her fork in hand.

"What's going on? Did you argue with Connor?” Claire noticed her distraction and served her some meat, asking softly.

"No," Camila shook her head.

She was worried about Connor and Logan and also concerned about going back to work and not being able to take care of her mother.

‘Are you worried about your mom?" Cole, carrying a bowl of soup from the kitchen, also noticed Camila’s demeanor. He set down the soup bowl and asked with concen.

Camila looked up at Cole and nodded slightly, "Both," she said in a subdued voice. “Don't worry about me. The doctor said I just need to rest well for a while to fully recover,” Claire reassured her.

Cole echoed, "Yeah, Claire is right. I'm free now, so I can take care of her.”

Hearing Cole's words, Claire couldn't help but smile, teasingly looking at Camilaawith a chuckle. “Yeah, at~ least, ole can cook for me. If you takecare of me, I might get food poisoning.’ -