Camila furrowed her brow slightly as her gaze fell onto the coffee table. It was cluttered with an ashtray filled like a miniature mountain and bottles of whiskey carelessly tipped over.

Her heart sank.

"Mr. Connor?" she called out softly, her voice barely a whisper, but received no response.

She glanced toward the door of the lounge.

Hesitating for a moment, she set the breakfast she had brought aside.

She pushed open the lounge door and found Connor lying on the bed, his eyes closed and his complexion pale, a look of exhaustion etched across his features.

Standing by the bedside, Camila felt a pang of sorrow seeing him like this.

She gently nudged Connor's shoulder. "Mr. Connor, it's time to wake up."

Connor didn't react, continuing to lie with his eyes shut.

"Mr. Connor," Camila called again.

Slowly, Connor opened his eyes, his gaze foggy as he stared at Camila.

heart skipped

like to get up now, or do you wish to

panic under his intense gaze,

Connor reached out and grasped Camila's wrist

gasped, attempting to pull away, but Connor's grip was as tight as

Connor!" Her voice

Connor drew Camila down onto the

cried out as she fell

raced, her mind

gather her thoughts, Connor rolled over, propping himself on either side of her, his eyes narrowing as he

and in the shadows, Connor's expression was fierce and predatory, filled with

frightened by

Connor's hands held her shoulders

let me go!" Camila's voice shook, panic rising within her

he pressed down even more

leaned closer, his breath

she shouted, her whole body

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