A One Night Stand With My Boss

Chapter 57

Just then, the woman looked up and saw Camila. A flash of surprise crossed her eyes, but it quickly faded into calmness as she smiled slightly, set down her book, and stood up.

“Hello, are you looking for Connor?” the woman’s voice was gentle and clear.

Camila nodded, somewhat awkwardly replying, “Hello, I am Mr. Connor’s assistant. I have some work matters to discuss with him.”

“Work matters?” The woman glanced out the window into the pitch darkness, then smiled lightly. “At this hour, isn’t it a bit inappropriate for a woman to visit her CEO’s house?”

Camila froze, a wave of inexplicable nervousness rising within her. Could this be Connor’s girlfriend?

The woman appeared to be in her early thirties, graceful and beautiful, with an innate nobility that was impossible to ignore. Camila’s face showed a trace of embarrassment and anxiety. She worried about causing a misunderstanding. She quickly explained, “Don’t get me wrong. I am Mr. Connor’s assistant. Tomorrow is the shareholders‘ meeting, and I need to coordinate some details with Mr. Connor.”

“You seem a bit nervous?” The woman smiled, looking at the sofa like a hostess, “Why don’t you sit down and we talk?”

“I’m fine.”

Camila actually wanted to leave immediately, but felt that it would be rude to do so. She was also concerned about potentially affecting the woman’s relationship with Connor. Thus, she reluctantly sat down, clasping her hands tightly together, trying to calm her emotions.

the

“Camila.”

the woman repeated, with

I won’t

and gently grasped Camila’s hand, saying, “Don’t go, don’t you still need to discuss work with him?” Camila was torn between staying

you eaten yet? I’ve made some soup for

to the dining table. She unscrewed a thermos, smiling. “Chicken soup with herbs is great for beauty and anti–aging, very suitable for young women. Connor

for Mr. Connor. I shouldn’t.” Camila

It’s the same if you have some.” The woman had already served a bowl of soup and placed

Camila smiled stiffly.

taste.” the woman

aroma from the bowl was tantalizing, and looked very nourishing. Camila took a sip and exclaimed, “Wow, this soup is

simmered it for hours. It’s low–fat and nutritious. You don’t have

tastes