A One Night Stand With My Boss

The shopkeeper was momentarily stunned, and by the time he collected himself, the two had already walked away.

"Hey, wait up!" Camila called out, being pulled along by Connor.

It wasn't until Camila exclaimed in pain that Connor paused and immediately let go of her arm.

"Why did you give him money when the shopkeeper was going to gift it to me?" Camila asked, furrowing her brow.

Connor cleared his throat awkwardly, and with a hint of uncertainty, he said, "We can't be seen as taking advantage of small benefits. If he thought that people from our country all like to exploit others, that wouldn't be good."

Camila listened, her brows knitted in confusion. "But why did you give him two thousand Riyal? That’s way too much."

Connor met Camila's puzzled gaze. "Well..."

He hesitated for a few seconds before finding a suitable excuse, "It's about reciprocity, promoting friendly relations between nations." He said with a firm and strong voice.

Camila looked at Connor, clearly thinking he was making things up.

Connor felt Camila's scrutinizing gaze and awkwardly touched his nose again. "Let's head back to the hotel. Alan has sorted out the translation issue."

Camila nodded, deciding not to pursue the matter further.

The hotel wasn't far, and they walked one behind the other.

Suddenly, Camila felt a tingling on her scalp and looked up to see a swarm of locusts heading straight towards her. Her eyes widened, and she let out a sharp scream.

To dodge the locusts, she twisted her body but suddenly lost her balance and lunged towards Connor.

Connor turned around just in time to see a terrified Camila plunging toward him.

"Ah!" She screamed, crashing into Connor's arms.

In that instant, Connor felt as if his blood had been electrified, his body tingling all over, his heart pounding almost to the point of bursting. His blazer slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Camila was unaware of Connor's discomfort. She clutched at his shirt, her heart racing with fear of all insects. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

She gripped Connor's shirt and turned her head to look back, making sure the locusts had flown away. She sighed in relief, then let go of his shirt and stepped back.

Connor was still frozen in place, as if he had been struck.

After her initial shock, Camila realized what she had done to Connor's shirt. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" she apologized as she tried to smooth out the wrinkles she had caused.

Her gentle hands brushed over his chest, and Connor's eyes widened, his mind momentarily crashing as Camila stood close.

The wrinkles wouldn't smooth out, and Camila apologetically said, "I'm really sorry. I'll iron your shirt tonight." She forced a smile, looking remorseful.

Connor was still buzzing in his head, giving no response.

Camila felt awkward standing there and noticed his blazer on the ground. She quickly bent down to pick it up and gently dusted it off.

Connor watched her, at a loss for words. His heartbeat was still thundering, a fire seeming to burn within his chest.

Camila looked up at Connor, concern in her eyes. "Are you okay?"

Only then did Connor snap back to reality. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.