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.”

child to climb the social ladder? I’m not that naive. Two people who don’t love each other

an eyebrow, she continued, “So, Mr. Connor, rest assured, I won’t be having your illegitimate child. As for anyone else, I wouldn’t

know.”

this, Connor felt an inexplicable emptiness and rummaged through

for a smoke?”

“Yeah.”

corner. Pull over, and I’ll go buy some,” Camila suggested, pointing ahead.

store. “I’ll take

pay, Connor handed

your usual brand, so make

grab some breakfast too,” Connor suggested, pointing at the food

some

Connor nodded.

servings of toasts. Please,

and picked up a box of candy, “Is this the only flavor

discontinued it, no more coming,” the cashier