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Chapter 180
A man watched Camila at a distance as she sipped her wine, her charm and beauty captivating. Without much thought, he found himself seated in the lounge area, pouring more wine into Camila’s glass.
Camila had a tipsy sparkle in her eyes. She asked Erica with a soft volce, “Erica, why aren’t you drinking?”
Erica glanced at Camila and gently smiled, “You drink. I’ll watch over you.”
Soon, Camila felt dizzy, rubbing her forehead but still feeling lightheaded. Her discomfort grew under the harsh lights, so she slowly stood up from the couch.”
Erics immediately got up to support her toward the restroom.
Connor caught a glimpse and paused, slightly stunned. He recognized that slender silhouette, her dress skimming over her legs.
“Excuse me for a moment,” he said, not waiting for Haylie to respond. He quickly walked in Camila’s direction.
“Excuse me, please, he said as he made his way through the crowd.
“What’s with him? Why the rush?” someone standing next to Haylie asked in surprise.
Haylie just shook her head.
Erica helped Camila to the dimly lit comidor. Leaning against the wall, Camila took deep breaths. She was too dizzy to walk further.
“Come on… It’s okay. I’m here with you. Forget Connor; plenty more fish in the sea, Erica comforted her.
Camila pursed her lips, her bright eyes brimming with tears as she tried to hold them back. “Erica, I was just fooling myself… she said, sadly mocking herself.
Her head spun more and more, and she nearly lost consciousness.
Suddenly, someone in the dark grabbed her arm. Camila was dazed and turned her head, only noticing that the man before her was Incredibly handsome as if he had appeared in her life before.
Her eyes were teary as she quietly observed him, his scent of wine lingering
Connor stared at her for a few seconds, then turned to Erica. “Why did you let her drink!” he said sternly.
“…” Erica swallowed her words, glaring at Connor
Ignoring her, Connor looked at Camila, who was drunk with tears in her misty eyes, her fair skin flushed red.
‘Camila… Connor called softly. She hummed in response, her voice soft and tender. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.
Connor took off his jacket and draped it over her, saying quietly, “Il take her home.”
Erica clenched Connor’s arm, her tone sharp. “There’s no need, Mr. Connor. I haven’t been drinking.”
Connor glanced at Erica and commanded, “Let go.”
His anger was barely contained as he coldly stated, “You can’t carry her.” Then, he lifted Camila in his arms.
“Mr. Connor!” Erica frowned deeply.
Down the long corridor, Connor carried Camila out. The sudden bright light made Camila feel uncomfortable. She closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest. She felt familiar and safe there.
Those present were surprised to see Connor carrying a woman and stared blankly at the scene.
When Connor and Haylie met face to face, Haylie was taken aback. “Who’s this?”
“My employee, she’s had too much to drink,” Connor said in a low tone, clearly in a bad mood.
“Let the security handle it. I’ll arrange for someone to take her home,” Haylie suggested with a smile.
“I got it” Connor carried Camila out of the villa.
Erica followed closely behind