A One Night Stand With My Boss

"Is it because he was harassing me?" Camila asked softly.

Connor nodded slightly, confirming her suspicion.

"I took him to Vegas for a few days. At first, he won millions, but then he got hooked on gambling," Connor said nonchalantly, as if he were recounting a story that didn't concern him.

His tone had a hint of indifference.

He added, "As for losing his entire fortune, that's on him."

Camila felt a mix of emotions.

She knew everything Connor did was for her, and Steven didn't deserve any sympathy. But she was worried about the drastic steps Connor had taken.

"I'm worried about you. What if he finds out and tries to get back at you?"

Connor chuckled softly, his gaze tender as he looked at her. "They're just small-time players, not worth worrying about. I'm fine."

want to keep walking

breath, linked her arm through his, and shook her head.

and returned

you hungry?" Connor asked as he poured Camila a

a big lunch," Camila said. She was tired from the day's activities and sat

and gently sat beside her,

long day, hasn't

nodded, leaning

did you bring me to Fernwood Valley?" she

was silent for a moment, then gently took her hand, his deep gaze locking

he asked quietly, a barely noticeable tension in

lifted her head, nodding slightly, waiting

and began slowly, "He's my grandfather, my biological

freeze around them, so still

from head to toe. Her expression stiffened, her eyes staring blankly ahead as

merely the son of a famous artist, even his status as a wealthy heir had made