A One Night Stand With My Boss

"Camila, I remember you saying you had no plans for marriage."

Connor's voice was hoarse, and each word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat with difficulty.

Camila slightly turned her head away, not letting him see her tear-filled eyes.

"I've changed my mind," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Connor's throat felt as if it was being choked, and he was struggling for air.

"So, is your recent aloofness towards me because you were afraid your boyfriend would misunderstand our relationship?"

He tried to make his voice sound as natural as possible.

Camila held back the sourness in her nose, bit her lip, and firmly replied, "Yes."

That single word seemed to use up all her strength.

Connor gave a cold laugh, "Fine, very well..."

His gaze on Camila was chilling even in the hot weather.

He stuffed the necklace he had been clutching into his jeans pocket and walked away.

Bang-

moment the

floor, tears uncontrollably streaming down, heavily hitting

her tears, slowly got up, and walked

necklace he had given

the dressing table, her eyes

box and no trace of

heart sank, a bad premonition sweeping over

everything on the table, her palms sweating, her mind in

to

and moved the table

entire dressing room inside out, sparing no corner, yet still, the necklace was nowhere to

her frantic emotions preventing

if her heart was

that moment, the makeup artist walked in through the door and saw Camila frantically searching on

get a box, and when I came back, the necklace was no longer on the

Camila felt even more

suddenly looked up, her eyes full of terror

happen?" her

unsettled by Camila's distraught state, replied, "I'm sorry, I took a call, then realized we needed a box. I went to find one, and when I returned,

lip, saying, "I can

weakly shook her