"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

her arm through his, and shook her

left the bustling casino and returned to

Connor asked as he poured Camila a

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

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

a long day,

nodded, leaning

me to Fernwood

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

he asked quietly, a barely noticeable tension in his

nodding slightly, waiting for him to

a deep breath and began

air seemed to freeze around them, so still that only

cold from head to toe. Her expression stiffened, her eyes staring blankly ahead as her mind became a

of a famous artist, even

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