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After ordering. Camila headed for a shower. She didn’t change into pajamas but instead slipped into her usual work attire and walked out of the bedroom.
Connor looked slightly bemused and teased, “Planning to go to work?”
Camila hadn’t anticipated fivi
under the same roof as him. It felt awkward moving around in a nightgown, and since she hadn’t
brought any casual clothes, she opted for her work clothes instead.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, breaking the awkward silence.
The delivery’s here,” she said as she went to get the food.
Camila laid out the food on the dining table: a burger, a cola, fries, a cup of corn, and apple slices. She placed them at the main seat. She grabbed a box of chicken nuggets and a cola for herself and sat down. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.
“Mr. Connor, dinner’s ready.”
Connor put down his phone, glancing at the sparse food in front of her. “Is that all you’re having?” he asked.
Nibbling on her straw, Camila looked up and replied, “I had a big lunch. I’m not hungry at all.”
Connor wasn’t hungry either. He usually wouldn’t eat at this hour if not for worrying she might be hungry. He looked at the hearty meal in front of him and pushed the cup of com and apple slices towards her, saying, “I don’t eat these.”
Camila found herself in a quandary. She had ordered them to ensure he had a balanced diet. Resigned not to waste food, she reluctantly ate while browsing on her phone.
When she looked up again, she noticed that Connor had only eaten half the burger and had a few sips of cola. So, he didn’t like these after all.
Camila turned to Alan for advice on what to prepare for Mr. Connor’s breakfast the next day. Alan sent her the details of a restaurant that was quite a distance away, and they didn’t Without a car herself, Camila sighed and decided to take a taxi early in the morning.
After cleaning the table, she said, “Mr.
“Mm.”
I’m going to my room to rest.”
Back in her room, Camila freshened up, changed into a nightgown, and lay in bed with a stuffed animal, browsing on her phone. The moonlight spilled through the window, filling the quiet bedroom with only the sound of her gentle breathing.
Awoken in the middle of the night by thirst, Camila barely opened her eves and glanced at the alarm clock–it was three in the morning. Drowsily, she got out of bed, clutching the leg of her stuffed animal, and hazily opened the bedroom door.
The harsh light immediately struck her eyes, causing her to squint.
Connor was sitting on the sofa, working on his laptop with several documents around him. He heard her and looked up.
Camila focused and realized Connor was staring right at her–or, more precisely, at her chest. She followed his gaze down to her nightgown. Suddenly, she clutched the stuffed animal to her chest,
her face filled with panic.
She’d taken off her bra before bed, and in her drowsy state, she felt as if she was in her own home– or rather, she hadn’t expected him to be awake at this hour!
Though the nightgown was loose, the contours of her body were still quite evident. Her ears turned bright red, and she snapped, flustered, “Why are you still up this late? What are you doing here!”
Connor’s lips curled slightly. “I’m working. What are you doing up at this hour?”
“Getting some water!”
He continued to eye the stuffed animal in front of her chest and made a sound of acknowledgment.
“Stop looking! You pervert!” In embarrassment, Camila threw the stuffed animal at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I’ve seen it all before,” Connor teased, catching the stuffed animal.
“You… Pervert!” Camila’s ears were hot from blushing, and she quickly ran back to her room.
Click. That’s the sound of the door locking.