A One Night Stand With My Boss

Chapter 59

Connor lounged on the sofa, casting a glance around the room. This was Connor’s first visit since the house had been redecorated.

Over the decades, Passos Real Estate had built numerous houses across the country, leaving one for each descendant.

“Mr. Connor, you can go home now,” Camila declared, clearly trying to dismiss him.

“Go home? This is my home too, Connor responded nonchalantly.

Camila’s face turned pale. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. “Yes, I should be the one to leave.” She turned to go.

reaching for her purse.

Connor suddenly panicked, stood up, and grabbed her hand tightly. “Hey, just kidding.”

Camila pulled her hand away, giving a cold laugh. “Mr. Connor, this is your house, and you have every right to make decisions here. Even if you asked me to leave right this moment, I wouldn’t complain.”

Connor didn’t understand why she had suddenly exploded. He said, “Who’s making you leave? Make us some dinner then. Consider it your rent. As long as you’re employed, you have the right to use this house. I can’t make you move out.”

at him dumbfounded. What the heck?

Connor asked, “Got any paper and a pen?”

“What for?”

you an agreement,” Connor said

rolled her eyes and calmed down. Forget it, don’t argue

her experience, she couldn’t find a better job anyway. For the sake of a paycheck, she’d endure.

need for an agreement, I’ll go make dinner.”

an eyebrow, smugly resettling himself on the sofa, casually crossing his

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empty fridge, furrowing her brows. She was always casual about meals,

the freezer, there were

ravioli on the dining table. “Mr. Connor, dinner is

at the sight. A bowl of plain ravioli topped with a few leaves. He looked at Camila and asked,

he spoke, Camila’s face scrunched up. She wasn’t a cook