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 suddenly

Camila didn't

seemed to stand still,

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

Back at the office.

Camila summarized the project timelines and printed them

reports, glanced at them, and with a tap of his slender fingers on

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

His figure appeared somewhat desolate and lonely against the backdrop of the

in the

printing the documents, knocked and

the knock, he

for the

As he passed by Camila,

Camila went downstairs to pick up Connor's lunch.

the lunchbox?"