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Knock, knock-
“Mr. Connor, are you up yet?”
“Yes.”
Camila pushed open the bedroom door, with a sheepish smile on her face, “Mr. Connor, I might have accidentally left some of my clothes in your room.”
“This?” Connor held up a tracksuit that wasn’t his.
“Yeah.” Camila reached out to take it.
After taking it, she stood still, lips pursed, looking slightly troubled.
“What are you waiting for? Go change.”
Camila’s gaze drifted towards the drawer for personal clothes, and she muttered softly, “There might be more.”
“What did you say?” Connor leaned forward slightly, not catching her words clearly.
Camila took a deep breath, suddenly lifted her head, and blurted out, “My underwear might also be in your room.”
The two locked eyes, and the air around them instantly froze. One second, two seconds… it felt as though half a century had passed.
Connor coughed, turning his face away, his eyes darting around, unable to find a focal point.
“Find them yourself.” He casually pointed.
“Okay.” Camila responded quietly, pulling open the first drawer, where black, white, and gray socks were neatly arranged..The pair of light purple socks was conspicuously occupying one compartment. She quickly picked it up.
When she opened the drawer for underwear, she found them all white, indistinguishable. Camila was perplexed. Her own were also white cotton, impossible to identify at a glance.
This one then. She pulled out a pair, and as it unfolded, her brain seemed to freeze.
They were boxer briefs, completely different from women’s underwear. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.
Her nose wrinkled, and her lips slightly downturned. She used the index fingers and thumbs of both hands to pinch two corners of the underwear, neatly folded them together, and then placed them back in their original position.
After pulling out several pairs that were not hers, she inwardly groaned. “This is just my luck!”
“This layer as well.” Connor coughed, pointing to the layer above.
“Do you really need that many layers for underwear! Can you even wear them all?” She thought to herself.
Camila pulled open the upper layer. The difference of fabric between briefs and boxers smaller piece and breathed a sigh of relief. It was hers.
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rs was noticeable. She pulled out a noticeably
Finding the bra was straightforward. She quickly pulled open the remaining drawers, a white bra lying in an empty drawer. She quickly picked it up, covering the intimate apparel with the tracksuit.
“Found everything?” Connor asked.
Yes.” Camila nodded.
“This won’t happen a second time.”
“Yeah, I’ll go change now.”
Camila, clutching the clothes, hurried out of the bedroom and ran back to her own pale pink room, closing the door behind her,
Her head gently burnped against the door. Oh my God, how embarrassing.
Back at the office, Camila sat down, her eyes immediately catching the time on the lower right of her computer.
20XX/8/2
Today was August 2nd, marked in the calendar as Logan’s birthday. There would be a birthday party in the evening.
Camila was busy with due diligence matters. When she finally looked up, it was already 7:30 PM.
She organized tomorrow’s documents as Connor walked out of his office, his jacket draped over his arm.
Camila met his gaze and stood up. “Mr. Connor.”
“Let’s go have dinner. His voice was deep, slightly weary.
Camila paused, “Today is Mr. Logan’s birthday.”
“The gift has already been sent, don’t worry about it.” Connor glanced at her and said, “Let’s go eat.”
Camila nodded, packed her things into her bag, and followed his steps into the elevator. Only the two of them were in the elevator, and it was very quiet.