A One Night Stand With My Boss

After everyone had left, only Connor and Camila remained in the VIP hospital room’s lounge.

They sat together on the couch. There was a palpable tension hanging in the air. Camila pressed her lips tightly together, and her face still showed signs of worry and unease.

Connor understood her anxiety. He believed that sometimes, crying was the best way to release sorrow. If she let it out, she probably would feel better.

Connor moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her, inviting her to lean on his shoulder.

“Just cry,” he whispered.

Feeling Connor's warmth, Camila instinctively moved closer to him. Her tears fell silently, like pearls slipping off a string, dampening Connor’s shirt. She clutched the corner of his shirt tightly, as if finding a safe harbor in his embrace.

Connor gently stroked her hair. His voice was low and steady. “Your mom will be alright.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

With him by her side, Camila felt a great sense of comfort. She unconsciously sought more warmth, burying her face in his neck. Before long, she drifted off to sleep on Connor’s shoulder.

After she was sound asleep, Connor gently carried her to bed, tucked her in, and softly brushed away the tear stains on her cheeks and the slight furrow in her brow.

He looked at her tenderly, bending down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Everything will be okay,” he murmured as if whispering to her dreams.

The night deepened, and the room was filled only with Connor's vigilant figure and Camila's peaceful sleeping face. Dawn was breaking

“Mom!” Camila suddenly woke up, sitting bolt upright in bed. Her face was stricken with panic.

Connor immediately went to her, embracing her and gently stroking her head, soothing her, “It's okay. Your mom is fine.” Still on edge, Camila clung tightly to Connor, drawing comfort from his presence. "I'm so scared...

Connor held her close. whispering in her ear, “Don’t be afraid. I'm here. You don't have to be scared.

Gradually, under Connor's comfort, Camila's emotions stabilized, and she nestled against him.

“Do you want to sleep a bit more?” Connor murmured softly.

Camila shook her head.

“How about we get something to eat then?” Connor suggested

Camila looked up at him, feeling guilty. “Have you not eaten since yesterday?

Pretending to be pitiful, Connor nodded slightly. “Will you join me for a bit to eat?

Camila nodded, "I'll check on my mom first, then freshen up.”

Connor smiled and patted her head.

Camila peeked through the glass door, reassured to see her mom. sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed; then went to freshen up.

When Camila returned from the restroom, the table was laden with food.

Connor served a bowl of steaming soup to Camila. “My mom made this. She said you like her soups.”

Camila smiled and nodded, taking a. sip from.the bowl. It was hot, and~ instantly she felt a warm flow o comforting her heart. -

These weren't the food boxes Alan had brought. This food was freshly delivered. “This soup... Connor asked anxiously. “Is it too hot?”

Camila smiled gently. “It’s delicious. You should try it.”

Connor did>and as he tasted the ~ soup, afaint smile formed on hiss lips. Hé.was relieved that Camila enjoyed his mother's traditional soup. .