A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila pushed open the hospital room door and walked in. She saw Drew lying on the bed, his face pale, with his right leg in a cast. Seeing Camila and Connor enter, York's face showed a flicker of embarrassment.

"Sis, bro... how did you..."

Camila walked over and gently sat on the edge of the bed. "York, why did you lie to us?"

Drew lowered his head, tears welling up in his eyes. "I didn't want you to worry. I'm okay, really. I'll look for a job once my leg heals." "How's your leg?" Camila asked. "Do Mom and Dad know?"

Drew nodded.

"They're not coming to take care of you?" Camila was surprised, considering Drew was their only son.

Drew's expression darkened. "They know, but... we had a falling out. They act like I don't exist anymore..."

He didn't want to dwell on it. He lifted his head, eyes slightly reddened, and managed a small smile.

"Sis, don't worry, it's not serious. Just a minor fracture. The doctor said it'll heal quickly."

At that moment, a young girl walked into the room carrying a basin of water. She looked quite young and had a delicate face.

"Drew, how are you feeling?" The girl asked softly as she approached the bed.

Her gaze lingered on Drew's face for a moment before turning to Camila.

"Hello, I'm Drew's friend, Tiffany." Tiffany introduced herself with a smile, her voice gentle and sweet, irresistibly endearing.

"Hello, I'm Drew's sister, Camila." Camila nodded slightly.

"Nice to meet you," Tiffany said softly, tilting her head slightly, showing Camila a gentle smile.

Camila and Connor exchanged glances, understanding the subtle relationship between the two.

"I'll step out for a moment," Connor said quietly.

Camila acknowledged and turned to look at Tiffany. "Have you been taking care of York all this time?" she asked softly, her voice filled with gratitude.

Tiffany nodded slightly, her gaze resting on Drew's face briefly before returning to Camila.

"Yes, sister. Drew is my friend, and of course, I had to take care of him when he got injured."

"Thank you for your efforts," Camila expressed her gratitude.

Camila was genuinely happy for Drew. Finding someone like Tiffany who sincerely cared for him during his lowest moments was undoubtedly a rare stroke of luck. en.swhovels.net

They chatted in the room for a while.

Before long, Connor returned and spoke to Drew, "York, don't worry about work. You're in sales, and once you're discharged, you work at the branch office."

Drew looked at Connor, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. "Bro, thank you."

As they were leaving, Connor handed Drew a thick envelope.

"Get well soon."

Drew looked at the envelope, hesitant.

"Bro, I can't accept this," he said, trying to return the envelope.

Camila gently stroked Drew's head, "Just take it. We hope you recover soon. have to go on a business trip tomorrow, but I'll visit you again when I return."

Drew nodded and accepted the envelope. "Thank you, sis. Thank you, bro."

"Tiffany, thank you for taking care of York," Camila said gently, looking at Tiffany.

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Connor took Camila's hand as they left the hospital room.

Camila looked up at Connor, "Did you just go to withdraw money?"

Connor nodded with a smile, "Yeah, you can't hide anything from me. I withdrew five thousand dollars."

"Thank you," Camila said softly.

Connor gently teased her nose, as tender as a spring breeze. "Silly, there's no need for thanks between us. Your concerns are mine, and so are Drew's."