A One Night Stand With My Boss ( Maia Sanchez )
Chapter 293

Camila grimaced, feeling a bit guilty as she admitted, "Sorry, it seems I really have no talent for cooking."

Connor took her hand, lifting his head to gaze into her eyes with a small smile playing at his lips.

"That's because god knew you wouldn't need to cook once you married me, so he didn't waste that talent on you."

Camila's face heated up, and she turned away with a shy smile, her voice as faint as a mosquito's, "Who says I'm marrying you?" Connor pulled Camila into his arms, seating her on his lap, and gently pinched her nose. "You can't marry anyone else besides me."

"That's hard to say. Maybe my Mr. Right isn't you," Camila whispered softly.

Connor frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure in his voice. He playfully squeezed Camila's waist, his tone slightly domineering: "Your Mr. Right can only be me." Looking into his determined eyes, Camila felt a warmth in her heart. She patted his shoulder, smiling, "Alright, my Mr. Right, it's late, you should head home." Connor hugged her tighter, shaking his head, his voice carrying a trace of grievance. "I don't want to leave..." he murmured softly.

Camila gently stroked his hair, speaking softly, "You need to get up early for work tomorrow."

Connor sighed reluctantly, not wanting to part with Camila for even a minute. How quickly time passed, he thought, trying to find an excuse to stay longer. Before he could think of one, Camila had already gotten off his lap and stood up, pulling him to his feet.

He stood up, wrapping his arms around her.

Camila gently struggled, laughing, "Hurry up. I'm sleepy. See you tomorrow."

Reluctantly, Connor let her go, giving her a final look before slowly walking towards the door.

Camila followed behind him, her lips pursed.

"I'm really leaving now..." Connor said reluctantly.

"Mhm," Camila nodded.

She escorted Connor to the door, her heartbeat quickening slightly.

As she turned to close the door, she suddenly tiptoed and quickly kissed Connor's cheek.

Pop-a soft sound, and Camila's cheeks instantly turned crimson.

"Good night," she said quickly, shutting the door.

Connor stood frozen, feeling the gentle touch on his cheek, as if Camila's warmth still lingered there. He touched the spot she had kissed, a silly smile curling up at the corners of his mouth.

Connor stood at the doorway, staring at the closed door for a long while before slowly walking downstairs.

When he reached the ground floor

he moved to a spot where he could see Camila's house and stopped. He stood there, his gaze fixed onthe window.

Kon

A deep longing surged in his heart.

As the night deepened and the surrounding lights gradually went out, Connor still stood there, like a statue.

After what felt like an eternity, the light in that window finally went out. He took a deep breath, then turned and left.

Connor got back into his car and lit a cigarette.

Revisiting the intimate moments

with Camila in his mind-the gentle

touch, her shy blush, the soft

goodnight-everything stirred his emotions.

He took a deep drag of the cigarette, trying to calm his excitement. The smoke billowed, as if speaking of his longing.

Once the cigarette was finished, he took a deep breath, started the car, and drove away.

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