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.

skipped a

you like to get up now, or do

under his intense gaze, unsure

Connor reached out and

gasped, attempting to pull away, but Connor's

Her voice

Connor drew

cried out as she fell next

her mind swirling

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

was dimly lit, and in the shadows, Connor's expression was

frightened by

to sit up, but Connor's hands held her shoulders

Camila's voice shook, panic rising within her

didn't release her. Instead, he pressed down even more

leaned closer, his breath lightly brushing against Camila's

she shouted, her whole body

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