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

didn't know what to say to break

seemed to stand still, and no

His voice carried a mix of

Back at the office.

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

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

followed her. There was a barely perceptible hint of sorrow and bitterness

somewhat desolate and lonely against

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

for the meeting,"

past. As he passed by Camila, she

pick up Connor's lunch. She noticed that the lunchbox

lunchbox?"