A One Night Stand With My Boss (Camilla) novel Chapter 318

Camila's voice was soft, but it felt like an invisible wall between them. Connor’s heart tightened painfully, his fists clenching as he fought the urge to pull her into his arms.

Taking a deep breath, he pleaded, “Cami, I know this is sudden for you, and I didn’t mean to keep it from you…”

Camila shook her head gently, her eyes brimming with confusion and helplessness. She didn’t know how to face Connor right now.

“I just want to go home,” she murmured, her voice flat and nearly devoid of emotion.

Her gaze drifted off into the distance, as if trying to find a way back home.

“It’s late, just go back to your room and rest. The flight's booked for tomorrow,” Connor tried to soothe her, hoping she would calm down.

But Camila shook her head, “I’ll take the ferry back.”

Though her voice was weak, it was resolute.

“There are no ferries at this hour.”

“I’ll wait at the harbor for the first one in the morning.”

Back in Fairmount, at Camila’s apartment building, Connor got out of the car and opened an umbrella for Camila. They walked in silence, his heart full of bitterness. At her doorstep, he whispered, “Good night.”

Camila nodded, said nothing, and turned to close the door. Connor stood beneath her apartment, his gaze fixed on the window lit with light. The rain grew heavier, soaking him, the icy wind cutting deep, but he seemed impervious to the cold. He understood that Camila was rational; her lack of confidence in a relationship with such disparity in status was understandable.

How could he make her see that he was just an ordinary person, longing for love? Longing to spend every ordinary yet cozy day with her?

The rain poured down like a deluge, enveloping the world in a vast curtain of white. Camila stood by the window, about to close it. Just as she was about to shut it, her gaze inadvertently swept downstairs. There he stood, in the rain, his posture upright, his gaze steadfastly fixed on her.