"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."

to keep walking

deep breath, linked her arm through his, and shook her

bustling casino and returned to their hotel

as he poured Camila a glass

I had a big lunch," Camila said. She was

weary look, walked over, and gently sat beside her, drawing

a long day,

leaning on

to Fernwood Valley?" she

was silent for a moment, then gently took her hand,

quietly, a barely noticeable tension

her head, nodding slightly, waiting for him

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

so still that only their heartbeats were

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

was merely the son of a famous artist, even his status as

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