A One Night Stand With My Boss

Chapter 92

“Mr. Connor, I’d like to discuss the technical issues further,” Bryan said.

Connor glanced at Camila and instructed, “Why don’t you head to the lounge to relax for a bit?”

The factory manager directed someone to take Camila to the lounge, where some fresh fruit and tea had been prepared.

After organizing her meeting notes in the lounge, Camila shrugged and yawned.She propped her head up to read the product manual, but the more she read, the sleepier she became, eventually dozing off on the desk.

Connor and Bryan exited the meeting room. The factory manager inquired, “Mr. Connor, I’ve arranged a guest room for Camila.”

“Will I be in the usual room?” Bryan asked.

“Yes, you’ll have your usual room, and Camila’s is right next door,” the manager said, handing over the keys to both rooms.

Connor thought for a moment and then said, “There’s no need to arrange a room for her.”

factory manager paused, then nodded. “Alright.”

at this hour, are you?”

It’s not really appropriate for a

guest room, wouldn’t she? Had Mr. Connor misunderstood, thinking Camila’s room was like the

about to clarify, but Connor

on the table, stretching his neck tiredly. “I’m beat. I’ll order some takeout, have a shower, and hit the

the key from the table

the desk. He frowned slightly as he approached her. Her hands were folded under her head like a diligent student. Her face was turned to the side, her curled eyelashes casting a soft

her for a moment, then gently laid his suit jacket

was sleeping soundly, breathing softly. Connor moved to a sofa nearby, crossed his legs, and began reading a

ten minutes later, his phone rang.

suit jacket slipped from her shoulders as she looked around, bewildered