"I don't own any other property. If not a hotel, where else can I stay?" a helpless Valeria responded.

It was Hutton who broke the silence.

“You could stay with me.”

At his place?

Caught off guard, Valeria questioned, “But you only have one room. You expect us to share?"

A hint of discomfort flickered across Hutton's eyes.

"We've shared a room before. Is it an issue now?"

Valeria's gaze softened as she looked at him, her eyes filled with warmth.

“But the media already made a fuss about our previous encounter, and Eleanor's fans might target you as well.”

Hutton shrugged off her concern nonchalantly, lifting his chin in defiance.

"I'm a man; there's nothing for me to be scared of."

Her eyes fixed on him, Valeria's Lips curled into a smile.

"Thank you. Who would've thought I'd end up finding shelter with a kid."

A kid?

A frown creased Hutton's brow.

“You regard me as a kid? You slept with a kid? That's illegal, you know.”

A fit of laughter escaped from Valeria, uncontrollable and utterly joyous.

Watching her Laughter, Hutton reached out, his hand hesitating before it grasped hers.

“No need to worry," he reassured her.

"Your efforts over the years won't be for naught. I'll work with you to clear your name and end this contract in a smooth manner; to reduce any loss as much as possible.”

His sincere expression stirred something in Valeria.

Their shared moment was merely a drunken diversion, but now this man stood as her rock in times of turmoil.