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 a

them grew awkward, and Camila didn't know what to say to break

stand still, and no one

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

Back at the office.

while Camila summarized the

tap of his slender fingers on the summary,

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

window. His figure appeared somewhat

slowly, watching the smoke dissipate in the

after printing the documents, knocked and entered the

heard the knock, he stubbed

it's time 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. She noticed that the lunchbox was

lunchbox?" Camila