A One Night Stand With My Boss

Driving along the coastal road, Camila gazed out the window, her eyes reflecting the shimmering sea.

Just as she excitedly turned to look at Connor, she noticed his hands trembling slightly, gripping the steering wheel tightly as if suppressing some intense emotion, his complexion also turning pale. "Are you alright?" Camila, sensing Connor's discomfort, asked worriedly.

Connor shook his head, trying to muster a smile, "It's nothing, just remembering some things from the past." His voice was deep and hoarse.

He didn't continue, but Camila could feel the heaviness and suppression emanating from him.

They soon reached the entrance to the village. "Parking here would be best," Camila pointed to the roadside.

Connor slowed down, looking around the environment, and asked, "Are we here?"

Camila shook her head, "Your car is too flashy. The neighbors might talk if they see it."

Connor nodded slightly, "Alright, I'll listen to you." He responded gently and parked the car exactly where Camila had indicated.

Camila unbuckled her seatbelt and said to him, "Mr. Connor, wait for me a moment."

Connor nodded.

jogged back to the diner. "Mom, cook a bowl of ravioli, and pack two boxes of ravioli for me, please," she said as she entered the

daughter's voice, she looked up with a warm smile. She quickly cooked the ravioli as Camila had requested and packed two portions, curiously

"A colleague gave me a ride back, and

"You should have invited

here is

up

the shop. Back in the car, she handed the ravioli to Connor, saying with a smile, "Mr. Connor, the ravioli you liked

raised an eyebrow as he took

Camila handed over the other two boxes, "You can take these home to

Connor, looking at the ravioli in

handed him a fork, which he took

"Delicious," Connor nodded.

smiling, watched

empty, and Connor packed the empty bowl into a bag, wiping