A One Night Stand With My Boss

Chapter 206

Camila furrowed her brow slightly as her gaze fell onto the coffee table. It was cluttered with an ashtray filled like a miniature mountain and bottles of whiskey carelessly tipped over.

Her heart sank.

“Mr. Connor?” she called out softly, her voice barely a whisper, but received no response.

She glanced toward the door of the lounge.

Hesitating for a moment, she set the breakfast she had brought aside.

She pushed open the lounge door and found Connor lying on the bed, his eyes closed and his complexion pale, a look of exhaustion etched across his features.

Standing by the bedside, Camila felt a pang of sorrow seeing him like this.

She gently nudged Connor’s shoulder. “Mr. Connor, it’s time to wake up.”

Connor didn’t react, continuing to lie with his eyes shut.

“Mr. Connor,” Camila called again.

Slowly, Connor opened his eyes, his gaze foggy as he stared at Camila.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She steadied her breathing and managed a small smile. “Mr. Connor, David has prepared breakfast for you. Would you like to get up now, or do you wish to sleep a bit longer? It’s 8:30 in the morning.”

Connor remained silent, just silently observing her.

Camila felt a flutter of panic under his intense gaze, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly, Connor reached out and grasped Camila’s wrist forcefully.

Camila gasped, attempting to pull away, but Connor’s grip was as tight as a vise.

“Mr. Connor!” Her voice trembled.

Suddenly, with a strong pull, Connor drew Camila down onto the bed beside him.

Camila cried out as she fell next to Connor.

Her heartbeat raced, her mind swirling in confusion.

Before she could gather her thoughts, Connor rolled over, propping himself on either side of her, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her intently.

The room was dimly lit, and in the shadows, Connor’s expression was fierce and predatory, filled with an intense aggressiveness.

Camila felt frightened by his stare.

She struggled to sit up, but Connor’s hands held her shoulders down, immobilizing her.

“Connor, let me go!” Camila’s voice shook, panic rising within her like never before.

Connor didn’t release her. Instead, he pressed down even more firmly.

Suddenly, he leaned closer, his breath lightly brushing against Camila’s skin.

“Connor!” she shouted, her whole body trembling.

The frightened expression on her face and the tears in her eyes made Connor suddenly snap back to reality.

He paused abruptly as if shocked by his own actions.

After a moment of silence, he spoke in a hoarse voice, “I’m sorry…”

“Let me go,” Camila said, her eyes red and voice choked with tears.

Connor released his grip.

Camila immediately jumped off the bed and straightened her clothes.

Connor lay back, his hand on his forehead. His brows furrowed in frustration, and his eyes tightly were shut.

His thoughts were tangled like a knotted mess, uncertain of how to sort them out.

He didn’t understand why he had lost control.

“I’m sorry…”

Camila quietly adjusted her clothes, trying not to let her emotions affect her.

She sniffled and steadied herself, heading toward the door.

“I’ve left the breakfast on the table. Please, Mr. Connor, come out for breakfast after you’ve freshened up,” Camila said, her voice still shaky but striving for calm.

“Okay…” Connor’s voice was deep and subdued.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.