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    “The bed isn’t veryfortable,” Connor said, slightly frowning.


    “Your voice is nasal. Don’t catch a cold. It could dy our work,” he added, his tone serious and


    brooking no argument.


    Cam paused. Indeed, she felt a bit congested and dizzy. The next two days were crucial. She


    couldn’t afford any dys.


    She nodded in agreement, and Connor led her into a small rest lounge in his office. Cam had


    always known about the door next to his bookcase, but this was her first time inside. The bedding


    was styled just like the one at his home.


    “Mr. Connor, it’s not proper for me to sleep here. I’m feeling much better already. You should rest. I’d


    feel guilty if you were to fall ill because of me,” Cam said, turning to leave. However, a strong arm


    blocked the doorframe.


    Connor looked down at her. “In quite healthy,” he said in a deep voice. “Now, go get some sleep.”


    “Mr. Connor, you take this room. The sofa is also quitefortable. I can sleep there,” Cam


    nced at the sofa outside.


    The leather sofa was spacious andfy, far better than the bed.


    “I’ll take the sofa. You take the bed,” Connor stated firmly.


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    They stood rigid for a few seconds. Suddenly, Connor’s lips curved into a slight smile, as he


    whispered close to her ear, “Or would you prefer we share?”


    They were so close, nearly feeling each other’s body warmth and heartbeat. His breath brushed


    against her cheek, causing her to shiver slightly, her ears turning bright red.


    Cam stepped back abruptly, stammering, “You… get out. I need to sleep.”


    Connor chuckled softly. “I’ll have someone bring you some fresh clothes tomorrow; rest for now,” he


    said, then turned to leave but paused to look back at her once more. She was wearing a fitted


    blouse and a pencil skirt.


    Connor walked to the wardrobe, pulled out a set of silk men’s pajamas, and tossed them to Cam.


    Cam caught them, her breath hitching as she looked down.


    “Change into something loose to sleep,” Connor’s voice was low.


    It’s okay. I can sleep in these,” Cam’s ears warmed, her eyes blinking rapidly.


    “Are you sure you can sleepfortably in that?” Connor frowned, clearly displeased. “If you


    dawdle any longer, it will be morning. Change and get to bed.”


    Cam numbly nodded, feeling almost breathless.


    Connor nodded in satisfaction and left.


    Once the door closed, Cam gasped for air and copsed on the bed.vShe slowly unbuttoned her


    blouse and changed into the pajamas. The men’s pajamas were long, and she rolled up the trouser


    legs and sleeves.


    The scent of theundry detergent on the pajamas was the same as the scent on his clothes–a


    light, woody fragrance that was quite pleasant.


    As shey in bed, her heart was still pounding, and everything around her seemed imbued with


    Connor’s presence. His bed and his clothes all enveloped her.


    She nced at the clock – it was past five. She tapped her cheek lightly, reminding herself of the


    important days ahead, and turned over with a pillow, drifting off to sleep.


    Outside the rest lounge.


    Connor stood by the window, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag, his gaze unfocused as the


    smoke drifted out with his thoughts.


    Dawn was breaking, and he stubbed out the cigarette.