A One Night Stand With My Boss

After throwing up, Connor leaned against the sofa, his gaze blurry and his body reeking of alcohol.

Camila immediately unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to him. Connor took it and rinsed his mouth.

Gently patting his back, Camila asked in a soft voice, "Are you feeling okay?"

Connor's drunken eyes met Camila's gaze, he nodded slightly, his expression foggy yet oddly docile.

"Do you feel like throwing up again?" Camila asked gently.

Connor shook his head.

"Sit tight for a bit. I'll get you some hangover relief."

Camila helped him sit upright against the sofa, then took the trash can filled with vomit to the bathroom. She fetched the first aid kit, grabbed a hangover pill, and poured a glass of warm water.

"Take this." Camila placed the pill in his palm, and Connor popped it into his mouth followed by a sip of warm water.

murmured, his voice

tenderly, "It's okay. Are you feeling a bit

eyes, staggering to his feet. "I think I need

him as they

the sink. Camila

at her, his eyes still hazy. He blinked slowly and said. "I need to use the

her. From outside, she called, "Be careful." After a while, Connor steadied himself on the doorframe

immediately assisted him. "Are you hungry?" she

he had eaten at dinner had been thrown up, and his stomach was empty now. He nodded. "Rest on the sofa for a bit. I'll make you some soup." Camila said gently. She helped Connor to the sofa and carefully adjusted his position. Connor nodded obediently and closed his eyes, leaning

the kitchen. She pulled out the ingredients she had prepared for pasta from the

plate of pasta and brought it to the table. The aroma wafted over, and Connor couldn't help but slightly open his eyes. He saw Camila

pasta is ready,"

up and moved towards the dining table. Camila smiled, "Mr.

at the food in front of him, then back at Camila, suddenly moved. He slowly picked up a