A One Night Stand With My Boss (Camilla) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70 

“Idiot.” Connor turned to look at her, his words tinged with a hint of indulgence.

The car entered the parking lot of Cedarhill Estate.

After parking the car, Camila unbuckled her seatbelt. She sighed softly, thinking that if she had been dropped off at the intersection, she could have avoided a long walk home. After a night of hassle, she was physically and emotionally exhausted.

“Mr. Connor, thanks for tonight. Good night.”

“Come upstairs,” Connor said.

Camila thought she had misheard and stared at him, confused.

“Your face… go and take care of it.” Connor unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

Camila hurriedly pushed the car door open and got out. “No need to bother, I can handle it myself at home.”

“Are you sure you have ice packs and medicine at home?” Connor raised an eyebrow.

Camila thought of her empty refrigerator and quickly followed Connor’s steps.

Connor glanced at the clear handprint on her face, his brows furrowing, his hand gripping the keys tightly. A surge of frustration built up in his chest, with nowhere to vent.

“If you show up to work on Monday with that face, the company’s reputation would be totally shot.”

Camila covered the handprint with her hand, as if it no longer hurt. Trading a slap for someone’s fifteen days in detention seemed worth it to her, and she let out a relieved laugh.

“How could you still laugh!” Connor glared at her.

“Sir, your network is really extensive. My admiration for you has grown even more.”

Camila covered the handprint with her hand, her lips pursed in a smile. As she lifted her face, she appeared both innocent and charmingly alluring.

Connor was momentarily lost in thought, quickly turning his face away.

With her mouth slightly agape, Camila blinked and looked at Connor as she asked. “Sir, I feel like your role isn’t just the head of Future Inc., right?”

“What, you’ve got your eye on my estate now?” Connor chuckled.

Camila rolled her eyes at him. “Cut it out. I’m just worried you might go too far, and I’ll lose my job. After all, the company pays too well, and I intend to earn for a few more years.”

Connor smiled. “Want to earn more for a few more years? Improve your physical fitness. Starting tomorrow, I’ll train you in mixed martial arts.”