“Don’t tease me like that, Camila. I’m barely holding myself back as it is… now isn’t the right time.”
He wasn’t ready—not until every rumor was put to rest and his grandfather’s rigid beliefs were dealt with. Not yet.
To him, she was a precious treasure, something he’d shield from the slightest pain or indignity.
But Camila Davis couldn’t decipher the meaning behind his hesitation. Instead, she pressed gently, “Then when will it be the right time?”
Dennis Williams swallowed hard, his voice low and rough, thick with desire. “Not much longer. I promise.”
Camila nodded, obediently agreeing, “Alright, I’ll wait a little longer. But for now…”
A blush crept up her ears as she ducked her head into his chest, avoiding his gaze. Her voice was barely above a whisper, shy and sweet. “Let me help you another way… I hate seeing how much you’re struggling.”
She’d already made up her mind, gathering her courage as she spoke. Without waiting for Dennis to protest or consent, her small hands circled his waist.
A soft click broke the quiet—it was the sound of a button coming undone.
Dennis was left speechless, a rush of heat surging through him, nearly overwhelming his self-restraint.
He’d played the gentleman for so long, but tonight, temptation was winning out.
By the time everything was over, the clock’s minute hand had swept through another hour.
Camila’s hands were numb, her mind dazed, one thought spinning in circles.
Why does it seem to last longer every time?
After she’d showered and cleaned up, her last bit of energy left her. The moment she crawled into bed, she was out cold.
The next few days at Eagle’s Peak Estate passed quietly; she finally had a break from reporting in at the military base.
So, the following morning, after breakfast, Camila started getting ready to head home.
Unable to contain her joy, she threw her arms around Dennis and kissed him. “Honestly, you deserve most of the credit for this!”
If it weren’t for him guiding Lillian, she might never have won.
But Dennis just shook his head with a smile. “This was all Lillian. She’s got a rare gift, and she works hard. She’s the easiest, most talented kid I’ve ever known.”
“Whatever you say!”
Camila was too happy to argue, slipping out of his embrace. “Lillian’s probably still with my parents and hasn’t heard the news yet. I want to tell her myself!”
“I’ll drive you.”
Camila nodded and called Aaron to get the car ready.
When she arrived home, Lillian had just finished breakfast and was sitting on the living room rug, working on a puzzle.

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