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.

before him suddenly seemed tasteless, and he couldn't

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

stand still,

contact me anytime." His voice carried a

Back at the office.

was about to start an executive 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

gaze unintentionally followed her. There was a barely perceptible hint of

somewhat desolate and lonely against the backdrop of

dissipate in the air. The smoke gradually filled the air,

documents, knocked

he stubbed out

for the

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

up Connor's lunch. She noticed that the

lunchbox?"