A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila squinted through the peephole, checking out who was on the other side of the door.

It wasn't anyone she recognized-neither Young nor Alan.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice cautious.

"Hi, are you Ms. Camila? My name's Henry Hoover. My mom told me some tiles on your balcony wall were coming loose, so she sent me to take a look," the guy outside replied. Camila remembered she had indeed called the landlady a few days ago about the loose tiles on the balcony. The landlady had promised to send someone over to check it out. So, she opened the door. "Sorry for the trouble," she said politely.

The moment Henry saw her, he was taken aback by her beauty. His mom wasn't kidding; not only was this tenant strikingly beautiful, but she also had a gentle and polite demeanor. It made him understand his mother's intentions even more clearly.

"Come on in," Camila invited.

eyes naturally drifted towards the balcony wall, ready to inspect the tiles.

creased his brow as a wave of unease washed over him. He quickly got out of bed and headed towards the balcony. As he walked out of the bedroom

around her waist, gently pulling her closer. He smiled slightly at

nodded, trying to stay composed. "Yeah, this property is pretty old; it's bound to have some issues." He stressed the words "this

tension between the two

this place is

him a disdainful

can't compare to the mansions around here. But it's in a prime location, convenient transportation, and a top-notch school district. The market value of this place is about $100,000 per square

words were dripping with

at him with scorn and laughed coldly. "Indeed, it can't match the nearby mansions." He glanced towards Cedarhill Estate. "How much do you

his eyes. "The most expensive in the city, at least a hundred million