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."

"Do you want to keep walking around?"

Camila took a deep breath, linked her arm through his, and shook her head. "Let's go."

They left the bustling casino and returned to their hotel room.

"Are you hungry?" Connor asked as he poured Camila a glass of water.

"Not really, I had a big lunch," Camila said. She was tired from the day's activities and sat motionless on the sofa.

Connor noticed her weary look, walked over, and gently sat beside her, drawing her into his arms.

"Been a long day, hasn't it?" he whispered.

Camila nodded, leaning on his shoulder.

"Why did you bring me to Fernwood Valley?" she asked softly.

Connor was silent for a moment, then gently took her hand, his deep gaze locking onto hers.

"Do you know Ray?" he asked quietly, a barely noticeable tension in his voice.

Camila lifted her head, nodding slightly, waiting for him to continue.

Connor took a deep breath and began slowly, "He's my grandfather, my biological grandfather."

The air seemed to freeze around them, so still that only their heartbeats were audible.

Camila felt as though she was suddenly transported to a frigid snowy landscape, cold from head to toe. Her expression stiffened, her eyes staring blankly ahead as her mind became a tangled mess of thoughts.

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Camila felt dizzy, as if she were living a bizarre dream.

She couldn't imagine the vast difference between her and Connor, a gap fear

that filled her with Connet

and unease.

She didn't know how to face this reality or manage their relationship. She wanted to escape, to flee from this overwhelmingly oppressive truth. Connor saw the look on Camila's face, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

He knew this news was too shocking for her, and he tightly gripped her hand. "Cami, listen to me..."

Camila stared at Connor, her eyes filled with a complex mix of shock, unease, and confusion.

She slowly withdrew her hand, her voice trembling slightly, "I want to go home..."