A One Night Stand With My Boss

When Camila noticed the bags under Connor's eyes and the stubble on his chin, her heart tightened involuntarily. Last night, he had stayed by her bedside, hardly closing his eyes, so seeing him like this both moved and pained her.

"You should get some rest," she softly told Connor.

Connor slightly shook his head. "I'm fine, not tired." His voice was slightly raspy.

Camila sighed lightly, frowning, "Don't play the tough guy. Look at yourself. You're worn out."

"Worn out?" Connor instinctively touched his face, then immediately checked his reflection in the glass.

"A bit rough-looking," Camila managed to keep a straight face as she spoke.

Connor stiffened. "Are you kidding? Cole, come on, back me up here."

Cole, observing their exchange, turned his face away, chuckling softly, choosing not to interfere in their playful banter.

"You better go rest, or you might actually start looking rough," Camila said with a playful gleam in her eyes.

to respond when a distant voice interrupted

her voice, running from afar. Logan, carrying bags big and small,

she hugged her tightly. "You didn't even tell me your mom was hospitalized!" Her voice was full of reproach

gently patted her back, soothingly saying, "You were working abroad, so I didn't want to worry

and clapped Connor on the shoulder, giving

really upset." Erica continued

"I'm sorry," Camila apologized.

snorted softly, then let go.

Her tone was slightly reassuring. "She's past the critical phase

Right off the

the hospital

critical notice this morning,"

still shaken.

glanced at Connor

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