Chapter 169


    Cam felt a rush of panic and lowered her head. She took deep breaths, trying to stay calm, but


    the fluttering in her heart would not settle.


    It wasn''t until Connor slumped down like a sack of potatoes that Cam suddenly tightened her grip


    around him.


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    Their bodies pressed closely together, and Cam could distinctly feel the man''s breath and


    heartbeat. Her cheeks instantly felt as if they were scorched, burning hot.


    "Mr. Connor..." Cam whispered softly, her voice slightly husky.


    Connor seemed to hear someone calling him. He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say


    something. However, his speech was slurred from the alcohol, only a few muddled sybles


    escaping.


    "What?" Cam couldn''t make out what he was saying.


    She took a deep breath, intending to help Connor to the bedroom. But her strength was limited, and


    the weight of a drunken person felt heavier. She struggled just to move him a few steps.


    Unable to move him further, Cam shifted her efforts, managing to get him onto the sofa with


    difficulty.


    Thud—


    Following Connor''s momentum, Cam fell onto the sofa with him, copsing into his arms.


    The closeness sent a wave of panic through Cam. She immediately scrambled up from Connor.


    Cam stood next to the sofa, taking deep breaths, fanning her face rapidly, but unable to cool the


    heat on her cheeks.


    She went to the bathroom to ssh cold water on her face, slightly easing the burning sensation,


    and dried off. She then fetched a fresh towel from the cupboard and dampened it.


    Back in the living room, she sat beside Connor, gently wiping his face with the towel.


    Connor''s breathing was deep and slow, his head tilted, eyes tightly shut, his perfect features


    outlined in the soft light.


    Cam watched him quietly. She lowered her head and gently ced a kiss on his cheek, which


    was faintly flushed from the alcohol. It seemed as if the scent of the liquor seeped from Connor''s


    cheek to Cam''s lips, slowly fermenting.


    Cam felt intoxicated, her soul drunk. "Connor, I like you." She murmured shyly, her voice almost


    drowned out by her breathing.


    Connor still had his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling lightly. He was clearly still in a deep


    sleep.


    Cam stood up to grab a nket, gently covering him before dimming the living room lights. She


    sat on one side of the sofa, picking up a book, asionally ncing at the sleeping man.


    Soon after, Connor suddenly frowned in his sleep. Following that, his body twitched slightly, and his


    breathing became erratic.


    He suddenly opened his eyes, but his gaze was blurry. He struggled to sit up, but his body seemed


    uncooperative, flopping back onto the sofa.


    Cam immediately put down her book and rushed over to help him, asking anxiously. "Mr. Connor,


    are you okay?"


    Connor''s face turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, looking like he might


    vomit. "I feel sick."


    Cam gasped, "Wait! Hold on!"


    The carpet was underneath, and it would be hard to clean. She turned and ran to fetch a trash can,


    cing it in front of him, gently patting his back.


    With a slightlymanding tone, she instructed, "Vomit in here."


    Connor struggled to swallow, trying to suppress the rising nausea. However, the difort


    intensified, and eventually, he couldn''t hold back and vomited violently.


    The scene was somewhat messy and distressing. Cam immediately handed Connor some


    tissues and continued to pat his back gently.