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

between them grew awkward, and Camila didn't know

stand still, and

silence, "If you need help, contact me anytime." His voice carried a

Back at the office.

an executive meeting, while Camila summarized the project timelines and printed them out for his

of his slender fingers on

acknowledged and 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

smoke dissipate in the air. The smoke gradually filled the

knocked and

knock, he stubbed out

time for the

took the documents from her hand as he walked past. As he passed by Camila, she caught

lunchtime, Camila went downstairs to pick up Connor's lunch.

lunchbox?" Camila