A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila didn't say a word, just stared at him with icy eyes.

After a brief silence, she finally spoke. "I'm going back to my room. I don't want to talk right now," she said, her voice as cold as a winter night.

With that, she turned and walked towards the bedroom, leaving Connor standing alone in the living room.

Connor watched her retreat, a wave of helplessness washing over him. Standing in front of the tightly closed door, he felt a pang of loneliness and regret like never before. She was really mad this time. Camila sat on the edge of her bed, fuming, trying to calm down by herself. She replayed every moment of her relationship with Connor in her mind, and slowly, her anger began to fade. Replacing it was a deep sense of confusion....

The next morning, Camila walked out of her bedroom to find Connor still on the couch, wearing the same clothes from the day before. Clearly, he hadn't gone back to his room all night.

"Morning," Connor said, trying to muster some energy as he saw Camila come out. His voice was hoarse, his eyes tired.

Seeing his haggard face, a ripple of emotion stirred in Camila's heart. She felt a pang of pity but also thought that Connor was using self-pity as a way to apologize and make amends. She couldn't allow him to believe that this tactic would always win her forgiveness.

"Mr. Connor, that trick doesn't work on me anymore," Camila said coolly, turning her face away.

The formal address 'Mr. Connor' cut deep; Connor realized she was genuinely upset and disappointed.

After a moment of silence, Connor spoke slowly, "Cami, I really know I was wrong. I hope you can give me another chance."

Camila ignored him and walked straight to the kitchen to make some coffee.

Just then, David walked in with breakfast and immediately sensed the tension in the air. He frowned in concern.

"Mr. Connor, did you mess up again?" David asked, his tone a mix of reprimand and resignation.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Connor nodded.

Seeing Connor's remorseful

expression, David shook his head helplessly. "Mr. Connor, I can't say much about the issues between you and Ms. Camila. But I know you care for her deeply. Trust and

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understanding are crucial in a relationship. Sometimes your stubbornness can really hurt those

around you," David advised, his voice carrying a hint of world-weariness.

Connor nodded softly, "I know I was wrong, David. I'll work on my flaws and learn to respect and understand."

After speaking, he got up and went to the bedroom to shower.

Camila placed the freshly brewed coffee at Connor's usual spot-a small gesture that showed she still cared.

"Mr. Connor has never been in a relationship before; he can be a bit thoughtless," David whispered to Camila.

During breakfast, Camila still didn't speak to Connor. She quietly ate her meal.

The tension and silence continued all the way to the office.

Upon arriving, Camila immediately immersed herself in work. She organized documents, grabbed the schedule, and knocked on Connor's office door.

"Come in," Connor's voice called from inside.

Camila pushed the door open and entered. Her demeanor was strictly professional as she handed over the schedule and began to report on her work.

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Connor had to attend a meeting and passed by Camila's desk, glancing back at her with a sense of bitterness.