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.
Connor simply nodded, then fell silent. The breakfast before him suddenly seemed tasteless, and he couldn’t eat a bite.
The atmosphere between them grew awkward, and Camila didn’t know what to say to break the silence.
Time seemed to stand still, and no one spoke.
Finally, Connor broke the silence, “If you need help, contact me anytime.” His voice carried a mix of weariness and resignation. Camila nodded, “Thank you, Mr. Connor.”
Back at the office.
Connor was about to start an executive meeting, while Camila summarized the project timelines and printed them out for his office.
Connor took the progress reports, glanced at them, and with a tap of his slender fingers on the summary, said, “Print me the details of this project.”
Camila acknowledged and turned to print the documents. Connor’s gaze unintentionally followed her. There was a barely perceptible hint of sorrow and bitterness in his eyes.
He walked to the window. His figure appeared somewhat desolate and lonely against the backdrop of the window.
Lighting a cigarette, he exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dissipate in the air. The smoke gradually filled the air, and his gaze became distant.
Camila, after printing the documents, knocked and entered the CEO’s office.
When he heard the knock, he stubbed out his cigarette. “Come in.”
“Mr. Connor, it’s time for the meeting,” Camila informed him. Ads by PubFuture
Connor acknowledged, took the documents from her hand as he walked past. As he passed by Camila, she caught a faint whiff of tobacco from him.
At lunchtime, Camila went downstairs to pick up Connor’s lunch. She noticed that the lunchbox was different from before.
“Changed the lunchbox?” Camila asked.
“Mr. Connor seems to have thrown away yesterday’s lunchbox,” the driver commented.
“Why?” Camila was momentarily puzzled.
The driver shrugged, indicating he didn’t know.
Camila recalled that yesterday, she had given her own lunch to Haylie. Could that be why?
She placed Connor’s lunch in his office.
Suddenly, Erica called. “Cami, I’m in love again.” Ads by PubFuture
Camila smiled, “I hope this one lasts a bit longer.”
Erica chuckled, “If we’re still together next month, I’ll introduce him to you.”
She then quickly changed the subject, “Did you tell that jerk about moving out?”
Camila hummed affirmatively.
“What was his reaction?” Erica asked curiously.
Camila looked around, ensuring no one was near, and whispered, “He’s chasing me…”
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