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.”

manager paused, then

home at this hour, are you?” Bryan glanced at the clock, which showed 8 PM, and

at my place. It’s not really appropriate for a

factory manager looked puzzled. The men’s lodging area? She would be in a separate guest room, wouldn’t she? Had Mr. Connor misunderstood, thinking

was about to clarify, but Connor had already started walking

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

up the key from the

opened the door to the lounge and saw Camila asleep at the desk. He frowned slightly as he approached her. Her hands were folded under her head like

moment, then gently laid his suit jacket over her.

breathing softly. Connor moved to a sofa nearby, crossed his legs, and began

minutes later, his

and she lifted her head groggily. The suit jacket slipped from her shoulders as she looked around, bewildered by the disturbance.