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.

nodded, then fell silent. The breakfast before him suddenly seemed tasteless, and he

awkward, and Camila didn't

still, and no one

His voice carried a mix of weariness and resignation.

Back at the office.

meeting, while Camila summarized the project timelines and printed

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

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

figure appeared somewhat desolate

he exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dissipate in the

after printing the documents, knocked and

he stubbed

time for

acknowledged, took the documents from her hand as he walked past. As

lunch. She noticed that the

the lunchbox?" Camila