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.

the sofa

against her cheek. Camila jumped,

Connor

it was an ice pack, Camila

faint smile, Connor walked off to

went downstairs to the tree–lined

they ended up running nonstop for

go ahead. I’ll rest a bit and catch

on her hips, Camila was

in place. “Just a bit

on a row of

from the chair. “Didn’t your coach ever

run anymore,” Camila panted heavily, reaching her

or no

that a

would be hers. If she didn’t run, not only would she lose the