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 he couldn't eat

and Camila didn't know

to stand still, and no one

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

Back at the office.

Camila summarized the project timelines

and with a tap of his slender fingers on the summary, said, "Print me the details of this

turned to print the documents. Connor's gaze unintentionally followed her. There was a barely perceptible hint of sorrow and bitterness in

to the window. His figure appeared somewhat desolate and lonely against the backdrop

slowly, watching the smoke dissipate in the air. The

the documents, knocked and

heard the knock, he stubbed

Connor, it's time for the meeting," Camila informed

he walked past. As he passed by Camila,

Connor's lunch. She noticed that the

lunchbox?"