A One Night Stand With My Boss

Chapter 53

Camila followed Connor’s gaze to her own stomach. She had just been sick, and the thought that he might assume she was pregnant seemed absurd to her. She couldn’t help but snicker, “Mr. Connor, you don’t actually think I’m expecting, do you?”

Connor’s eyebrows knitted together tightly, his expression turning a shade paler.

“Mr. Connor, do you think I’m out of my mind? Would I take blockers instead of contraceptives? It was just a reflex to the green onions I ate this morning, not morning sickness.”

Connor’s face darkened ominously, sending a shiver down Camila’s spine.

“The light’s green,” Camila pointed out.

With a sharp turn, Connor expertly maneuvered the steering wheel, his arm muscles tensing visibly. Camila clutched her seatbelt tightly, barely daring to breathe.

Connor gripped the steering wheel firmly with one hand, his fingers clenching it tightly, while his other hand casually rested on the window sill, his chin propped up by his bent fingers, his face expressionless.

Unable to contain her curiosity, Camila asked, “If I really were pregnant, what would you do?”

Connor blinked, his lips pursed, clearly unsure.

“Keep it or not?”

“Keep it.”

marry me?”

“I’d take responsibility.”

a hint of self–mockery in her voice, “Using the child to climb the social ladder? I’m not that naive. Two

an eyebrow, she continued, “So, Mr. Connor, rest assured, I won’t be having

know.”

this, Connor felt an inexplicable emptiness

for a smoke?”

“Yeah.”

a convenience store around the corner. Pull over, and I’ll go buy some,” Camila suggested, pointing ahead.

“I’ll take a pack of cigarettes, this brand, and

was about to pay, Connor handed

didn’t have your usual brand, so make

breakfast too,” Connor suggested, pointing at the

want some

Connor nodded.

of toasts. Please,

up a box of candy, “Is this the only flavor of Jelly Beans

discontinued it, no more coming,” the cashier shrugged.