A One Night Stand With My Boss

Chapter 71

Connor was holding a cotton swab loaded with ointment for her. Camila, too lazy to head to the bathroom to look in the mirror, randomly dabbed it on her cheek.

“You’re making a mess even with just applying ointment,” Connor said with annoyance, taking the cotton swab from her hand and gently but attentively spreading it across her cheek.

Suddenly, Connor’s face loomed large before Camila, startling her so much that she held her breath, her dark eyes darting to the side. Probably because she held her breath too long, Camila coughed, breaking the intimate atmosphere.

“Alright, remember to apply the ointment in the morning. Here, I’ll give it to you. It’s getting late. I’ll take you home.”

“Okay.”

The next day, just as the sun was starting to rise, Camila sat on her bed, sighing quietly. She couldn’t even enjoy a lazy weekend moming.

Only overtime pay could comfort her spirit.

Arriving at Cedarhill Estate, Connor emerged from the bedroom, bleary–eyed and yawning. “Morning.”

Camila couldn’t help but chuckle secretly. Early mornings seemed to torture him even more. Seeing him barely able to keep his eyes open lifted her spirits immensely.

This exercise phase would probably pass after a few days.

Connor a glass of warm water, Camila sat on the sofa scrolling through her

something cold pressed against her cheek.

this,” Connor

an ice pack,

walked off

changed into their workout clothes and went downstairs to the tree–lined avenue

just jog casually, but they ended up running nonstop for fifteen minutes.

I can’t keep up. You go ahead. I’ll rest a bit

over, hands on her hips,

and jogged in place. “Just a bit

and slowly walked over to sit down on a row of bamboo chairs

and pulled her up from the chair. “Didn’t your coach ever teach

really can’t run anymore,” Camila panted

the lap, or no overtime pay.”

that a threat?

If she didn’t run, not only would she lose the money, but the sacrificed sleep would