A One Night Stand With My Boss (Camilla) novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145

Connor fetched a towel from the bathroom, soaking it in warm water before wringing it out.

Returning to the bedroom, he sat on the edge of the bed, gazing down at Camila’s peaceful sleeping face as he gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice low and soft.

Camila, half–awake, nodded slightly. “Mmm.”

“Does it always hurt like this?”

She shook her head, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s, “Maybe I ate too much ice cream yesterday.”

“I shouldn’t have let you have two servings yesterday,” Connor frowned slightly, his eyes filled with regret and his voice soft and self–reproaching. He continued to tenderly wipe the sweat from her forehead, his movements so gentle as if afraid of hurting her

further.

“Mr. Connor, I need to take a day off today,” Camila said, looking up at him.

Connor nodded, “You get some more rest.”

As Camila closed her eyes, she felt the man beside her leave, likely heading back to work. She turned over and hugged a stuffed bear,

falling asleep.

Connor went to a nearby pharmacy.

“Hello, I was wondering… for menstrual pain… she’s already taken painkillers. Is there anything else that can alleviate the pain?”

“Yes,” the clerk led him to the counter, “This heating waist belt can provide good relief from menstrual discomfort.”

“Alright, I’ll take this one.” Connor approached the counter to pay. This whole thing was out of his depth, so he asked, “How do you use this?”

The clerk explained, “Tear open the package, place the white heating side smoothly against the skin on the abdomen, and then secure it

with the elastic band.”

Before he could cover her completely, Camila suddenly turned over, grabbing Connor’s hand.

Connor leaned forward, and his hand inadvertently landed on Camila’s chest. His eyes widened and his fingers stifferted, too shocked

to move.

Camila frowned slightly, her voice tinier than a mosquito’s, “Bella, why are you so hard?”

Connor swallowed hard, feeling unbearably hot. He looked at the toy he had just taken from her, named Bella. Carefully, he reached with his free hand to retrieve ‘Bella‘. Slowly, v

very slowly, he withdrew his hand from her embrace and replaced it with Bella‘.

After quickly pulling the blanket up, he almost ran out of the bedroom.

Connor stood at the doorway, his mouth dry and his whole body incredibly overheated. He immediately went to the kitchen, pulled out two bottles of chilled mineral water from the fridge, and drank them down quickly.

Soon, the table was empty of the two bottles of water, and Connor belched