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.

simply nodded, then fell silent. The breakfast before him suddenly seemed tasteless, and he couldn't

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

seemed to stand still, and

the silence, "If you need help, contact me anytime." His voice carried a mix of weariness and resignation. Camila nodded,

Back at the office.

meeting, while Camila summarized the project timelines

of his slender fingers on the summary,

turned to print the documents. Connor's gaze unintentionally followed her. There was a barely perceptible

the window. His figure appeared somewhat desolate and lonely against

he exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dissipate in the air. The smoke

knocked and

he heard the knock, he stubbed

Connor, it's time for the meeting,"

As he passed by Camila,

lunchtime, Camila went downstairs to pick up Connor's lunch. She noticed that the lunchbox was

lunchbox?"