Camila felt a rush of panic and lowered her head. She took deep breaths, trying to stay calm, but the fluttering in her heart would not settle.

It wasn't until Connor slumped down like a sack of potatoes that Camila suddenly tightened her grip around him.

Their bodies pressed closely together, and Camila could distinctly feel the man's breath and heartbeat. Her cheeks instantly felt as if they were scorched, burning hot.

"Mr. Connor..." Camila whispered softly, her voice slightly husky.

Connor seemed to hear someone calling him. He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something. However, his speech was slurred from the alcohol, only a few muddled syllables escaping. "What?" Camila couldn't make out what he was saying.

She took a deep breath, intending to help Connor to the bedroom. But her strength was limited, and the weight of a drunken person felt heavier. She struggled just to move him a few steps.

Unable to move him further, Camila shifted her efforts, managing to get him onto the sofa with difficulty.

Thud-

fell onto the sofa

closeness sent a wave of panic through Camila. She

deep breaths, fanning her face

her face, slightly easing the burning sensation,

in the living room, she sat beside Connor, gently

slow, his head tilted, eyes tightly shut, his perfect features outlined in the

placed a kiss on his cheek, which was faintly flushed from the alcohol. It seemed as if the scent of the

"Connor, I like you." She murmured shyly, her voice almost drowned

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