"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

a deep breath, linked her arm

the bustling casino and returned to their hotel

asked as he poured Camila a

lunch," Camila said. She was tired from the day's activities and sat motionless on the

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

long day, hasn't

nodded, leaning

to Fernwood Valley?"

then gently took her hand, his deep

know Ray?" he asked quietly, a barely noticeable tension

head, nodding slightly, waiting for him to

took a deep breath and began slowly, "He's

them, so still that only

transported to a frigid snowy landscape, cold from head to toe. Her expression

a famous artist, even his status as

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