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

her breathing and managed a small smile. "Mr. Connor, David has prepared breakfast for you. Would you like to get up now, or do you wish to sleep a bit longer? It's 8:30 in the

under his intense

out and grasped

away, but Connor's grip was as tight

Her voice

with a strong pull, Connor drew Camila down onto the

she fell

raced, her mind swirling in

himself on either side of her, his eyes narrowing

shadows, Connor's expression was

felt frightened

Connor's hands held her shoulders down,

shook, panic rising within

didn't release her. Instead, he pressed down

leaned closer, his breath lightly brushing

her whole

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