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

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

to stand still, and no one

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

Back at the office.

start an executive meeting, while Camila summarized the project timelines

with a tap of his slender fingers on the summary, said, "Print me the details of this

to print the documents. Connor's gaze unintentionally followed her. There

walked to the window. His figure appeared somewhat desolate

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

documents, knocked and entered the CEO's

the knock, he stubbed out

Connor, it's time for the

acknowledged, took the documents from her hand as he walked past. As he

downstairs to pick up Connor's lunch. She noticed that the lunchbox was different

the lunchbox?" Camila