A One Night Stand With My Boss (Camilla) novel Chapter 209

Camila's heart suddenly clenched.

A few seconds later, she exited Twitter.

She patted her cheeks and buried herself in work.

Haylie's tweet continued to climb in popularity, jumping to the second spot on the trending list.

[Big Discovery! Turns out Haylie and Connor were college mates!]

[What a perfect match!]

[Beauty and brains—that's them!]

[What are you talking about? Stop shipping them! Our girl is engaged!]

[Please, people get divorced these days. Being engaged means nothing!]

[Apart from being richer than Mr. Connor, what does he have over him?]

[Can't the onlookers respect a happy couple?]

Fans and neutrals even started arguing, and Haylie's haters joined in.

[LOL, Haylie never followed Mr. Connor on Twitter before he made it big. Now she's all keen.]

[You're spilling the tea! She's got a fiancé yet flirts around!]

[She saw Mr. Connor's potential future, huh? She's just keeping her options open.]

[Mr. Connor, if you end up with someone like Haylie, I'll lose respect for you!]

[Weren’t they always flaunting their love? Why so few pictures together lately? Did the tycoon dump her, haha?]

[Thought she’d retire after getting engaged. Why is she popping up again after a few months off?]

Haylie's fingers scrolled furiously through her phone, her eyes burning with anger at the negative comments.

She grabbed her phone and immediately texted Connor.

Connor looked puzzled, "Shipping?"

Alan paused, then explained, "It’s like they enjoy the idea of you two together."

He pulled out his phone and opened Twitter,

scrolling to Haylie’s tweet and the comments below.

"While Haylie’s tweet was simple, it sparked a lot of attention and debate. Some people think you two are a match made in heaven. Others think it’s just a publicity stunt. Some fans have even paired you up.'"

Connor’s frown deepened. "Get it off the trending list now!" His voice brooked no argument, clearly agitated.

Alan glanced at Connor.

"Are you worried Camila might get the wrong idea?" he asked cautiously.

Connor didn’t answer. His fingers hovered between a cigarette packet and a lighter.

He pulled out one, his fingers tensely gripping the cigarette. The tips turned white as if holding back a strong emotion.