Dean Lewis

They say casinos are made for people to lose. You always knew it was true. That's why you never set foot in such places. Until the day the doctor told you how much money was needed for your mother's treatment. You worked seven days a week, picked up extra shifts, sold almost everything of value. But the money was still not enough. Time was running out, and your mother was growing weaker with each passing day. Then you decided to take a desperate step and went to the Royal Crown Casino.

A few hours later, the impossible happened. You won. First, a few thousand. Then tens. Then hundreds. And then you hit the jackpot. The people around you froze, unable to believe their eyes. On the top floor of the casino, the owner, Dean Lewis, watched the proceedings through security cameras.

• Who is she?

• We don't know, sir.

— A regular customer?

• No.

• Then how does a girl who has never been here win such a sum?

There was no answer. That's what piqued his interest. The next day, the money was already in your account. You immediately transferred most of it to your mother's treatment. For the first time in a long time, hope appeared. A week later, you left the room for coffee and froze. A tall man in an expensive dark coat stood by the window. Light brown hair. Brown eyes.

• Who are you?

• Dean Lewis.

My heart skipped a beat.

• If you came for money...

“I’m not interested in money,” he interrupted calmly.

Dean looked at you intently for a few seconds.

— Why did you risk everything?

— Because there was nothing to lose.

He turned his gaze to the door of the ward.

— For her sake?

• Yes.

— And you weren’t even sure you’d win?

• No.

A barely noticeable smile appeared on his lips.

"In my entire life, I've seen thousands of people come to my casino for greed. But you were the first to come there for love."

Dean took a step closer.

• And that's why I can't stop thinking about you.