When Camila noticed the bags under Connor's eyes and the stubble on his chin, her heart tightened involuntarily. Last night, he had stayed by her bedside, hardly closing his eyes, so seeing him like this both moved and pained her.

"You should get some rest," she softly told Connor.

Connor slightly shook his head. "I'm fine, not tired." His voice was slightly raspy.

Camila sighed lightly, frowning, "Don't play the tough guy. Look at yourself. You're worn out."

"Worn out?" Connor instinctively touched his face, then immediately checked his reflection in the glass.

"A bit rough-looking," Camila managed to keep a straight face as she spoke.

Connor stiffened. "Are you kidding? Cole, come on, back me up here."

Cole, observing their exchange, turned his face away, chuckling softly, choosing not to interfere in their playful banter.

"You better go rest, or you might actually start looking rough," Camila said with a playful gleam in her eyes.

about to respond when a distant voice

approached with a cry in her voice, running from afar. Logan, carrying bags big and small, followed

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the bags, and clapped Connor on the shoulder, giving him a

upset." Erica continued to hug Camila,

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