A One Night Stand With My Boss

Connor frowned in silence.

Compared to Camila's concern for Rita, Connor's worries went deeper. He knew Logan, a carefree wanderer whose romances never lasted long. If Logan and Erica's relationship developed a rift, it could inevitably affect him and Camila.

"What are you thinking about?" Camila asked softly, noticing his troubled expression.

Connor snapped back to reality, and turned to look at her. His eyes were filled with tenderness. "Nothing, just random thoughts."

Just then, the moving company knocked on the door. Camila quickly opened the bedroom door.

"Ms. Camila, all your items are packed," said the mover, pointing to a pile of boxes behind him. "We're ready to move these items downstairs now."

"Thank you. I appreciate it," Camila quickly responded.

Erica, standing aside, surveyed the packed boxes and couldn't help but remark, "That was fast. I didn't even need to lift a finger."

"We should go down with the movers to see if they need any help," suggested Logan, reaching naturally for Erica's hand.

"Sure," Camila agreed.

followed the

were carried away, feeling

to this apartment will never

and gentle, like a spring breeze over a lake, causing ripples

moistened slightly as she turned to look at Connor. At this new beginning, her gratitude and attachment to Connor grew clearer in her heart. When the last

without holding back, "Wow, this place is really tiny!" His voice echoed in the

immediately glared at him and pinched Logan's

trying to murder your own boyfriend?" Logan exaggeratedly cried out, making

overreaction. Instead, she laughed, "It's just right for

boxes, and

work, quietly teased Connor. "Camila didn't consider you at