A One Night Stand With My Boss

The shopkeeper was momentarily stunned, and by the time he collected himself, the two had already walked away. "Hey, wait up!" Camila called out, being pulled along by Connor.

It wasn't until Camila exclaimed in pain that Connor paused and immediately let go of her arm.

"Why did you give him money when the shopkeeper was going to gift it to me?" Camila asked, furrowing her brow.

Connor cleared his throat awkwardly, and with a hint of uncertainty, he said, "We can't be seen as taking advantage of small benefits. If he thought that people from our country all like to exploit others, that wouldn't be good."

Camila listened, her brows knitted in confusion. "But why did you give him two thousand Riyal? That's way too much."

Connor met Camila's puzzled gaze. "Well..."

He hesitated for a few seconds before finding a suitable excuse, "It's about reciprocity, promoting friendly relations between nations." He said with a firm and strong voice. Camila looked at Connor, clearly thinking he was making things up.

his nose again. "Let's head back to the hotel. Alan has

deciding not to pursue the

far, and they walked one behind

of locusts heading straight towards her. Her eyes widened, and she

body but suddenly lost her balance and

just in time to see a terrified

crashing into

felt as if his blood had been electrified, his body tingling all over, his heart pounding almost to the point of bursting. His blazer slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. Camila was unaware of Connor's discomfort. She clutched at his shirt, her

her head to look back, making sure the locusts had flown away. She sighed in relief, then let go of his shirt and stepped

in place, as if