A One Night Stand With My Boss

In the morning, Camila had already hurriedly asked Connor for a short leave, but the current situation forced her to extend her time off. She needed to properly hand over her tasks at work to avoid causing any trouble for the company. Immediately, she took a taxi to the office.

When she returned, Connor was still in a meeting. Camila didn’t inform him of her arrival, choosing instead to coordinate with Alan first to hand over her ongoing projects.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

In less than an hour, she had completed all her handovers. Just as she was packing her things to leave the office, the door to the meeting room swung open.

Connor hurried out.

Camila’s heart sank at the sight of him, and her eyes instantly were filled with tears. She bit her lower lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill, her voice trembling slightly. "My mom... she's been moved to the ICU. I need to take an extended leave.

“I know. She'll be okay.” Connor said, looking at the vulnerable girl in front of him

He took her cold hands in his, saying with empathy, “Your mom will be fine. I'll drive you to the hospital.

Camila pursed her lips and nodded gently.

‘I'll come see your mom too.” Logan’s voice chimed in, “I spoke with Erica this morning. She’s already booked her flight back.

Camila sniffed and looked at him, managing a weak “Okay.

The three of them took the elevator down together. The atmosphere was heavy with concern. Connor held Camila’s hand tightly the whole time.

They walked out of the building. The driver had already pulled the car up to the front, waiting for them. The three hurried into the car, and the driver started the engine

Throughout the drive, Camila was visibly distressed. Connor kept holding her hand, comforting her.

During the ride, Connor's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and quickly answered.

After a brief conversation, he hung up and turnett to Camila, speaking softly, * Don't worry. The = world- rehowned pulmonologist D: Tom (ras just landed. He's on his wayto the hospital now. Your mom wifFbe okay.” 4

Camila looked at Connor, unable to hold back her tears anymore. “Dr. Tom?”

Connor nodded

Camila had researched yesterday. Dr. Tom, a gldpally respected authority in respiratory diseases, => was thet director of the respiratory researoh institute at Passos = Hossital He was abroad at a coriference. 4

She had contacted the hospital, but they had told her Dr. Tom wouldn't be back for another week. She hadn't expected Connor to be able to bring him back so soon

Camila was somewhat thrilled.

The driver continuously adjusted the GPS. His brow furrowed in frustration. “I don't know if there's been an accident up ahead, but the road is completely blocked.”

Camila, Connor, and Logan all looked atthe GPS screen. It showéd a sprawling red congestion symbol, looking like blood-red snakes * stretvhing endlessly, a dishea eartening sight.

“Can we turn around and take another route?” Logan asked, staring at the GPS

The driver shook his head reluctantly, pointing at several routes on the GPS. “These roads are all blocked too.”

Just then, Cole’s call came through. “Cami, you need to come back!”

Camila’s heart clenched, and her voice was trembling. “Is it my mom?”

“The doctor... has issued a critical condition notice,” Cole said. His voice was breaking with emotion.

Camila’s face turned pale. Her whole heart was shaking. The sensation was traveling to her fingertips as she trembled uncontrollably. The phone slipped from her hands onto the seat. Her nails dug into her palm, yet she felt no pain.

Connor, seeing her blood-drained face, stiffened. His voice was filled with panic. “What's happened?”