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 a

and managed a small smile. "Mr. Connor, David has prepared breakfast for you. Would you like to get up now, or

felt a flutter of panic under his intense gaze,

out and

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

Her

with a strong pull, Connor drew

as she fell next to

heartbeat raced, her mind

over, propping himself on either side of her, his eyes narrowing as he stared

in the shadows, Connor's expression

frightened

Connor's hands held her

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

her. Instead, he pressed down even more

breath lightly

she shouted, her whole body

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