A One Night Stand With My Boss

Connor gripped her wrist, pulling her hand away as he suppressed the fury in his heart. His voice was calm yet intense. "Who did this to you?" He held Camila's hand tightly. Camila twisted her wrist, attempting to break free. "It's really nothing. Please let go of me. It's my family."

Connor didn't loosen his grip, his eyes filled with both pain and anger. "What was it about?"

"It's over now, and they're not my family anymore," Camila replied indifferently.

Connor fell silent for a moment. Then he released her wrist. "I've told you before. If there's anything troubling you, let me help."

Camila stood at the front door, facing Connor with a calm and polite tone. "Thank you, Mr. Connor, but I need to rest now."

She didn't invite him inside, just expressed her thanks lightly, then turned to enter the house.

Connor stood rooted to the spot, with a complex mix of emotions flickering in his eyes.

He watched as Camila entered her home, keyed in the code, and closed the door. He stood silently, and his thoughts swirled like a tumultuous tide.

After closing the door, Camila peered through the peephole and saw Connor stepping into the elevator.

She sighed, grabbed her pajamas, and headed to the bathroom. The hot water washed over her, seeming to cleanse the fatigue and irritation.

she blow-dried her hair, the sound of the doorbell

stepped out of the

peephole again, she saw Connor standing at the

heart skipped a beat.

need anything?" Camila asked

Connor's

"Just a moment."

back to her bedroom, quickly put on a nightgown,

her to ask any questions. He walked straight in, headed to the coffee table, and

her eyes were full of confusion. She watched as Connor pulled out a tub of ice cream and a pack of ice from the bag,

cream," Connor announced, removing the

was the same ice cream they had once enjoyed together at

a towel to wrap them in," Connor explained as he tore open the

ice pack, he pointed at her face. "Applying this can help