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.

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

grew awkward, and Camila didn't know

stand still, and no

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

Back at the office.

meeting, while Camila summarized the project timelines and printed

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

her. There was a barely

somewhat desolate and

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

printing the documents, knocked and entered the CEO's

he stubbed

for the meeting," Camila informed

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

Connor's lunch.

lunchbox?" Camila