A One Night Stand With My Boss (Camilla) novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

The next morning, Camila and Connor boarded their flight right on time, embarking on a nearly ten–hour long journey.

Camila glanced sideways at Connor and noticed that he seemed a bit down today. His gaze was troubled, his expression slightly tense, as if weighed down by heavy thoughts.

The flight attendant gently reminded the passengers to fasten their seat belts. Camila snapped out of her reverie and securely fastened

hers.

The plane slowly moved away from the gate, accelerating towards the end of the runway. As the airplane finally ascended above the clouds, Camila looked out the window at the vast expanse of white clouds, which looked exceptionally beautiful under the sunlight.

She turned her head to look at Connor, who was resting with his eyes closed.

October 7th was his birthday. Should she confess her feelings then?

Camila felt a mix of anticipation and slight anxiety.

When they arrived in Fairmount, the driver was already waiting and first took Camila back to her place.

Alter carrying her luggage inside, Camila took a refreshing shower and then slept soundly.

When she awoke, it was already six o’clock the next moming. She opened her eyes to the ceiling, feeling a bit lost; just yesterday at this time, she was in Saudi Arabia.

After lying in bed for a while, she got up and freshened up

Today was a workday. As usual, she and Connor exercised together, had breakfast, and went to work. They walked into the elevator side by side, not speaking, but their understanding of each other was perfect.

Whether it was the daily work environment or the repetitive daily chores, they had long been accustomed to each other.

In the car, the driver and Camila chatted off and on.

“Sorry, I’m not very fond of it,” the driver replied, glancing at her and smiling.

“I see,” Camila nodded, not pursuing the topic further. Everyone has different tastes, and she understood that.

Back at the office, Camila distributed the snacks and souvenirs she bought on her business trip to her colleagues. Her desk was cluttered with several days‘ worth of paperwork, so she quickly organized the documents and took them to Connor’s office.

As she entered, Connor saw her and instinctively put out his cigarette.

“Mr. Connor, these documents need your signature,” Camila said, placing a stack of neatly arranged papers on Connor’s desk. Her fingertips lightly tapped the document with a pink sticky note. “This one needs priority attention.”

Connor took off his suit jacket, and Camila immediately stepped forward, smoothly taking the jacket and carefully hanging it on the nearby rack.

Connor sat down, unbuttoning his cuffs to reveal an expensive watch on his wrist, and began working through the documents,