A One Night Stand With My Boss (Camilla) novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188

Camila hung up the phone and took a deep breath to calm herself.

Knock, knock-

“Come in.”

Camila walked to his desk and nodded slightly. “Mr. Connor, what can I do for you?”

Connor looked at her, his voice deep and magnetic. “Hold out your hand.”

Camila paused, her eyebrows furrowing slightly in confusion.

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After getting no response, Connor patiently repeated, “Extend your hand.”

Reluctantly, Camila stretched out her hand, her slender arm drawing an arc in the air.

“Palm up.” Connor stared at her hand, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly, his voice a bit hoarse.

With a puzzled expression, Camila turned her palm upward. Her soft, unprotected palm was now exposed to Connor’s gaze.

Connor stood up, his eyes dark and intense as they met hers. He slowly placed a necklace in her palm, “Your performance in the project was outstanding. This is your reward.”

Camila hesitated, then looked down at the sparkling necklace in her hand. The coolness of the necklace, mingled with the warmth of her palm, sent a slight chill through her. She looked up into Connor’s eyes, her heart fluttering uncontrollably.

She tried to keep her composure, not letting her emotions show. “Mr. Connor, I was just doing my job; no reward is necessary,” she said softly.

“It’s well deserved,” Connor stated unequivocally.

Camila struggled to control her thoughts, not wanting Connor to see her inner turmoil. She kept her voice steady and said, “Mr. Connor, I can manage.”

Connor cleared his throat awkwardly. He quickly retracted his hand and nodded. “Alright.”

Camila took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions, and managed a calm smile. “Mr. Connor, I’ll put it on in the restroom.” Without waiting for a response, she hurried out, her high heels clicking sharply along the corridor.

Connor watched her leave, his heart twisting slightly in discomfort. What was that about?

The door closed softly behind her. Camila felt weak in the knees, the image from moments ago flashing unexpectedly through her mind. She gripped the necklace tightly, forcing herself to calm down.

After adjusting her breathing, she walked to the restroom and stood in front of the mirror. Slowly, she managed to fasten the necklace, which glittered attractively around her neck.

She gently touched the necklace, her gaze falling on the pendant engraved with the letter C. Was this supposed to be her initial?