A One Night Stand With My Boss

The scene around was buzzing with excitement and curiosity.

"Wow, look, isn't that a Rolls-Royce?" a young man exclaimed, pointing at the car in awe.

"Absolutely, and it's a stretch limo too. How much do you think that costs?" another bystander chimed in with envy.

Inside the car, Camila sat enveloped in tranquility, an oasis of calm contrasting sharply with the noisy world outside, oblivious to the discussions happening around her. Young handed her a sandwich and a glass of milk. "Camila, you haven't had breakfast yet, right? Mr. Connor specifically asked me to bring you some," he said. "Thank you," Camila responded, pleasantly surprised by the gesture. Connor was always so thoughtful, even considering her breakfast.

It was still early, before the morning rush, so the streets were relatively clear, allowing for a smooth drive.

Soon, the car reached the outskirts of the village.

"Young, please pull over somewhere around here," Camila instructed.

The car was too conspicuous, and she was concerned it might attract unnecessary attention and gossip in the village.

She wasn't bothered for herself, but her mother was a sensitive soul, and she didn't want to cause her any distress.

Young nodded and slowly pulled over to the side of the road.

got out of the car and headed straight for her home. As she approached the entrance of her

a crisp shirt, hands clasively folded behind his back, looking somewhat

smile of relief spread across

in surprise. "Cole, what brings you here so early? Were

was a bit worried and wanted to go to the hospital with you

him, and they walked

out her keys, unlocked it, and both

Camila called out

weak, and her face was pale and mostly concealed by a mask, except

to her mother,

managed a weak

"It's nothing,

tired. You're making too much of it be

looking worriedly at Claire.

be stubborn. We should go to the hospital. I've

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