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

watched as the boxes were carried away,

her. "The code to this apartment will never change. You

spring breeze over a lake, causing

At this new beginning, her gratitude and attachment to Connor grew clearer in her heart. When the last box was moved out,

he complained without holding back, "Wow,

immediately glared at him and

ouch ouch! Are you trying to murder your own boyfriend?" Logan exaggeratedly cried out,

laughed, "It's just right for me to

the boxes, and Erica helped her

at work, quietly teased Connor.