A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila nodded slightly.

She gathered her thoughts and said, "Mr. Connor, thank you for lending me your house these past few weeks. I've found a place and I'll be moving out on Sunday."

"Why? I told you that you could stay as long as you needed," Connor replied. His tone was tinged with confusion.

Camila hesitated, unsure how to explain. "I just don't think it's appropriate anymore, given that it's your house. I shouldn't impose indefinitely."

Connor frowned, "What's inappropriate about it?”

Camila shook her head gently. "I just feel it's better this way. I've already paid the rent for the new place."

"Did I make you feel too pressured?" Connor's eyes showed a hint of loss.

"I have rented the house earlier," Camila said calmly.

Connor was silent for a moment.

"If you're set on moving, I'll help you," he offered, trying to keep his tone even.

"No need. I don't have much luggage and the new place is close by," Camila responded.

The breakfast before him suddenly seemed tasteless, and

awkward, and Camila didn't know what to say to

seemed to stand still, and no one

need help, contact me anytime." His voice carried a mix of weariness and resignation. Camila

Back at the office.

Camila summarized the project timelines and printed them out for his

the progress reports, glanced at them, and with a tap of his slender fingers on the summary, said, "Print

unintentionally followed her.

appeared somewhat desolate

a cigarette, he exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dissipate in the air. The smoke gradually filled

after printing the documents, knocked and entered the

heard the knock, he stubbed out his cigarette.

for

her hand as he walked past. As he passed by Camila, she caught

went downstairs to pick up Connor's lunch. She

lunchbox?" Camila