A One Night Stand With My Boss

Chapter 95

“Childish” Conner said with a chuckle, looking down at the stuffed bear in his hand.

He got up to grab a bottle of water, placed it along with the bear at her bedroom door, knocked, and said, “I’ve left some water at your door. I’m heading to my room now” He then turned off the living room lights and headed back to his bedroom.

Camila was really thirsty. She pressed her ear against the door, listening for any sounds outside. Once she heard the door close, she quietly opened her bedroom door just a crack and peeked out. It was pitch dark

Reaching out she felt her stuffed bear and a bottle of water, grabbed them, and quickly locked her door once back inside.

Sitting on the floor, leaning against the door, she twisted open the bottle and took large quips of water.

Camile couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. She lay in bed until the sky began to brighten, then got up to freshen up. She took a cab to grab some breakfast and returned to Connor’s cozy home by eight. Connor was still asleep, so she placed the breakfast on the table and knocked on his bedroom door “Mr. Connor, are you up?”

A response came from inside

Camila went to her room to finish packing her things. When she came out, Connor was already seated at the head of the table, sipping

his coffee

He glanced up at Camila and frowned slightly. “You look like you were up to no good last night.”

him resentfully, considering she had slept less than he had. She noticed the faint dark circles under her eyes that moming, but she hadn’t brought any makeup except for lipstick, so she was stuck with

you go out to buy breakfast?” Connor asked.

fly here by itself?

Camila grunted affirmatively.

Took a cab?”

walk there on

Camila grunted again.

you to

made arrangements with a driving instructor,” Camila replied curtly.

upset? You can’t blame me for last night,” Connor said softly, touching his brow innocently. Cemile munching on her sandwich, puffed up with anger. “Just drop it and erase it from your mind.” Connor couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m not a robot. I can’t just delete

glared at him. She looked

back laughter, pointed at his head

Memory deleted,” he said in a mock

suit and had the air of a refined gentleman engaging in uncharacteristic behavior, making Camila unable to suppress

breakfast,