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.

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

was busy. Hearing her daughter's voice, she looked up with a warm smile. She quickly cooked the ravioli as Camila had requested and packed two portions, curiously asking, "What

with a smile, "A colleague gave me a ride back,

responded, "You should have

here is tricky,"

Claire quickly cooked up the ravioli

ravioli to Connor, saying with a smile, "Mr. Connor, the ravioli you liked last

eyebrow

two boxes, "You can take these home to share with

at the ravioli in

handed him a fork, which he took and tasted a

"Delicious," Connor nodded.

smiling, watched him

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