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On Connor’s face, the icy expression gradually melted away, replaced by a gentle demeanor. Camila turned her head to look ahead, breathing a sigh of relief.
The driver glanced at Camila, then observed Connor’s expression through the rearview mirror, his lips curving into a subtle smile.
After a while, Connor broke the silence. “Be at my place on time tomorrow,” Connor spoke again. “I’ll teach you how to drive.”
Camila frowned slightly. What was with her boss and his peculiar hobbies? Why did he have this keen interest in teaching her?
Not only was he her self–defense coach, but now he wanted to teach her driving, too! If he loved teaching so much, why not become a teacher?
She closed her eyes and exhaled before turning back with a professional smile on her face. “Of course, thank you, Mr. Connor.”
She had scheduled a health checkup for Sunday, so now she couldn’t go home to be with her mother tomorrow.
Ugh.
Connor nodded in satisfaction.
As Camila thought more about it, something seemed off. She turned to face him again. “Mr. Connor, you’re not going to deduct tuition fees from my salary, are you?”
Connor paused for a moment. Looking up at her, he frowned and said, “Do you think your salary can compensate for the time I spend teaching you?”
Camila thought for a half second and nodded, realizing he might have a point. Then she gave a sly smile. “Mr. Connor, do you think salary is a bit low?”
Connor glanced sideways at her.
“It’s not low at all… Please forget what I just said,” Camila chuckled sheepishly. She turned her head forward, sitting properly in the passenger seat.
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The car arrived at Cedarhill Estate, and the driver slowly pulled over. “Thank you,” Camila said to the driver.
She prepared to get out of the car and softly said, “Bye, Mr. Connor. See you tomorrow…”
Connor responded.
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Camila closed the car door, and the vehicle sped away. She turned and patted her chest. She had almost upset the boss by mentioning
a raise.
The next day, after his exercise, Connor was dressed in casual wear, seeming more approachable than usual.
He descended to the garage, and tossed a set of keys to Camila, pointing at the Bentley in front. “Drive this one.”
Camila’s eyes widened in shock, nearly gasping at the sight of the multi–million dollar car designated as her training vehicle. The keys in her hand felt like a hot potato, and she quickly handed them back to Connor, shaking her head vigorously. “No way, I can’t drive this! Sir, are you under some misunderstanding about my driving skills? I failed my driving test twice!”
Connor slightly furrowed his brow, stuffing the keys back into her hand. “There’s insurance. What are you afraid of? Get in.” Then, he sat in the passenger seat.
Camila swallowed hard, steeling herself as she opened the driver’s door and bent down to get in.
Once inside, she looked around, clueless about what to do first. The car was adjusted to Connor’s height, and Camila scoated forward, barely reaching the clutch.
Adjust the seat, Connor glanced over at her.
Camila responded with an “Oh, fumbling around cluelessly with the controls.
She gave Connor a bewildered look, asking awkwardly, “Where do I adjust it?
Connor sighed, leaning over. His sudden proximity startled Camila, who dared not breathe.
Connor breased a button, and the seat slowly moved forward,