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.

the balcony wall, ready to inspect the tiles. But then, his peripheral vision caught sight of clothes drying on a rack,

balcony. As he walked out of

moved next to Camila and casually wrapped his arm around her waist, gently pulling her closer. He smiled slightly at Henry, "Thanks for coming out to check the tiles on a weekend." The emphasis on "our

property is pretty old; it's bound to have some issues." He stressed the

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him

transportation, and a top-notch school district. The market value of this place is about $100,000 per square meter-out

words were dripping

laughed coldly. "Indeed, it can't match the nearby mansions." He glanced towards Cedarhill

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