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

cold pressed against her cheek. Camila jumped, nearly dropping her phone.

this,” Connor

pack,

Connor walked off to freshen

their workout clothes and went downstairs to the tree–lined

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

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

hips, Camila

place.

and slowly walked over to sit down on a row of bamboo chairs nearby. Connor was a practically asking for her

your coach ever teach you not to sit

can’t run anymore,” Camila panted

the lap, or no

that a

and several hundred dollars would be hers. If she didn’t run, not only would she lose the money, but the sacrificed sleep would be in