A One Night Stand With My Boss ( Maia Sanchez )
Chapter 213

Camila's voice seemed to hold a magical power, instantly pulling Connor back from his own world into reality.

He looked at Camila and collapsed weakly onto the boxing ring.

Camila and Alan quickly ran up to the ring.

After climbing onto the stage, Alan swiftly unfastened Connor's protective gear and wiped the sweat from his face.

Camila knelt quietly across from him, her eyes filled with concern.

Connor's dark and exhausted eyes locked onto Camila.

He smiled weakly, "I'm fine."

However, Alan noticed a faint bruise on his face and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Alan's heart tightened, and he immediately pulled out his phone. "Mr. Connor, I'll call a doctor!"

Connor waved his hand, indicating it wasn't necessary.

He slowly sat up, leaning against the ring, and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.

After resting for ten minutes, Connor slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Camila, and smiled faintly. "I need a shower," he said weakly.

The driver brought a bag of clothes up, and Alan helped him slowly walk to the changing room.

After the shower, Connor changed into clean clothes and walked out of the changing room.

His complexion looked slightly better, but the scars on his face were still visible.

"It's late. I'll take you home," Connor said, his eyes tired but fixed on Camila.

They descended the empty streets.

The streets at dawn were exceptionally quiet, with only the occasional sound of distant barking dogs and chirping insects.

The October night was cool, with a gentle breeze.

The driver got out and opened the car door while Alan quickly took the passenger seat.

Camila had no choice but to open the back seat door and sit next to Connor.

"Drive to Belleview Heights," Connor said with his eyes closed.

"Drop Mr. Connor off first," Camila told the driver.

Connor remained silent.

Alan smirked mischievously and nodded to the driver.

Soon, the car arrived at Cedarhill Estate.

Alan quickly got out of the car and then opened the door for Camila.

"Could you please help Mr. Connor upstairs?" he asked.

Camila nodded.

The three of them went upstairs together.

Camila opened the door to Connor's apartment.

After only a few hours of sleep last night and several hours of intense activity today, Connor sat exhausted on the couch.

Camila quickly poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Connor.

He slowly opened his eyes, took the glass, and drank half of it.

Then, Alan handed over a first aid kit. "Camila, could you please help him with his wounds?"

Camila hesitated but took the kit.

Alan whispered, "Please help. I have to go now."

Camila stared at him.

"It's really late. Why don't you stay here tonight?" Alan suggested. "I wouldn't feel comfortable knowing you're going back alone so late. Mr. Connor's got plenty of spare bedrooms, so you can stay the night and go back tomorrow."

After that, he quickly left.

The room fell silent.

Camila took a deep breath, sat down beside Connor with the first aid kit, and began to organize the cotton swabs, iodine, and ointment.

"Mr. Connor, I'll apply the ointment for you," she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady.

Connor slowly opened his eyes and looked directly at Camila.

Feeling somewhat nervous under his gaze, Camila blinked several times, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

She quickly lowered her head to avoid his stare.

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