A One Night Stand With My Boss (Camilla) novel Chapter 248

Connor’s eyes darkened. His piercing gaze narrowed slightly with a dangerous glimmer, exuding a strong sense of aggression.

John recognized the tall, imposing man in front of him as Camila’s boss. With a slight furrow of his brows, he asked, “Are you looking for Camila?”

Connor did not speak for a long while.

John’s eyelids twitched. He sensed the dangerous aura enveloping the man before him. The aura radiating from this man exerted an invisible pressure on him.

He swallowed, tentatively asking, “Camila is taking a shower. Would you like to come in?”

Connor’s pupils contracted, and his gaze turned exceptionally cold and piercing. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a deep voice, “No, thank you.” He turned and left.

As John watched his retreating figure, a chill rose from the depths of his heart, causing him to shudder involuntarily. He closed the door and returned inside.

“Who was it?” Craig asked.

“It was Camila’s boss. Not sure what it was about.”

John replied, shivering again at the mention of Connor.

“I hear Cami’s job is really demanding. She often has to work late into the night,” Craig sighed. “The dining table’s covered in documents. She really has it tough.”

In the bathroom.

Camila lathered her body with body wash, rinsing over and over again. It took a while before she felt the scent start to fade.

She changed into clean clothes and went to the bedroom where Drew was sleeping.

“How’s he doing?”

“He’s asleep. He’ll be fine after some rest,” Craig said.

“Thank you guys,” Camila said gratefully. “Sorry for the trouble.”

The guests had left, and Camila changed back into her pajamas, starting to tidy up the living room.

This house was soon to be returned to Connor. She needed to make sure it was spotless and left no trace.

She plugged in the vacuum cleaner, which roared to life. Camila slowly pushed the vacuum across the carpet, sucking up the dust.

She bent down, carefully wiping the surfaces of the tables and sofa with a damp cloth, leaving no corner untouched.

After cleaning the living room, Camila moved into the bathroom. She turned on the tap, letting the water flow.

Then, she took out a laundry basin, soaking the clothes soiled by Drew’s sickness. The stains on the clothes made her feel nauseous, but she persevered, scrubbing them carefully.

No matter how much she washed, the smell still lingered. The clothes were beyond saving, so with a sigh, she threw them into the trash.

After cleaning the bathroom and the clothes, Camila felt exhausted and just wanted to sit down and rest for a while.