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,

Connor, you’re not thinking of sending Camila home at this hour, are you?” Bryan glanced at the clock, which showed 8

not really appropriate for a

would be in a separate guest room, wouldn’t she? Had Mr. Connor misunderstood, thinking Camila’s room was like the

to clarify, but Connor had already started

the table, stretching his neck tiredly. “I’m beat. I’ll order

key from the table

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 a diligent student. Her face was turned to the side, her curled eyelashes casting a soft shadow under the

gently laid his suit jacket over

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

minutes later, his phone

jacket slipped from her