"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

deep breath, linked her arm

left the bustling casino and returned to their hotel

Connor asked as he poured Camila a

was tired from

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

long day,

nodded, leaning on his

you bring me to Fernwood Valley?" she

took her hand, his deep

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

head, nodding slightly, waiting for him to

and began slowly,

so still that only their heartbeats were

though she was suddenly transported to a frigid snowy landscape, cold from head to toe. Her expression stiffened, her eyes staring blankly ahead as her mind became a tangled mess of

thought Connor was merely the son of a famous artist, even

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