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.

breakfast before him suddenly seemed tasteless, and he couldn't eat

and Camila didn't know what to say to break the

stand still, and no

voice carried a mix

Back at the office.

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

a tap of his

her. There was a barely perceptible hint of sorrow

appeared somewhat

a cigarette, he exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dissipate in the air. The smoke gradually filled the air, and his gaze became

the documents, knocked and entered the

knock, he stubbed out his cigarette. "Come

for the

he walked past. As he passed

lunch. She noticed that the

lunchbox?" Camila