Chapter 170


    After throwing up, Connor leaned against the sofa, his gaze blurry and his body reeking of alcohol.


    Cam immediately unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to him. Connor took it and rinsed his


    mouth.


    Gently patting his back, Cam asked in a soft voice, "Are you feeling okay?"


    Connor’s drunken eyes met Cam’s gaze, he nodded slightly, his expression foggy yet oddly


    docile.


    "Do you feel like throwing up again?" Cam asked gently.


    Connor shook his head.


    "Sit tight for a bit. I’ll get you some hangover relief."


    Cam helped him sit upright against the sofa, then took the trash can filled with vomit to the


    bathroom. She fetched the first aid kit, grabbed a hangover pill, and poured a ss of warm water.


    "Take this." Cam ced the pill in his palm, and Connor popped it into his mouth followed by a sip


    of warm water.


    "Sorry." he murmured, his voice slightly deep.


    Cam smiled tenderly, "It’s okay. Are you feeling a bit better now?"


    Connor still felt dizzy and briefly closed his eyes, staggering to his feet. "I think I need to wash my


    face."


    "I’ll help you." Cam supported him as they moved to the master bathroom.


    After Connor washed his face, he leaned heavily on the sink. Cam stood beside him, worry filling


    her eyes.


    Suddenly, Connor looked at her, his eyes still hazy. He blinked slowly and said. "I need to use the


    restroom."


    Cam paused, blushing as she realized, and quickly stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door


    behind her. From outside, she called, "Be careful."


    After a while, Connor steadied himself on the doorframe as he came out.


    Cam immediately assisted him. "Are you hungry?" she asked.


    At her question, Connor suddenly felt his hunger. Everything he had eaten at dinner had been


    thrown up, and his stomach was empty now. He nodded.


    "Rest on the sofa for a bit. I’ll make you some soup." Cam said gently. She helped Connor to the


    sofa and carefully adjusted his position.


    Connor nodded obediently and closed his eyes, leaning back on the sofa.


    Cam got busy in the kitchen. She pulled out the ingredients she had prepared for pasta from the


    fridge. Sheid all the ingredients out on the table.


    She quickly cooked a te of pasta and brought it to the table. The aroma wafted over, and Connor


    couldn’t help but slightly open his eyes. He saw Cam approaching with a te of pasta, her face


    wearing a warm smile.


    "Sir, your pasta is ready," Cam said softly.


    Connor slowly got up and moved towards the dining table. Cam smiled, "Mr. Connor, happy


    birthday."


    "Thank you!" Connor looked at the food in front of him, then back at Cam, suddenly moved. He


    slowly picked up a fork, twirled some pasta, and took a bite. This was definitely the best thing he


    had ever had in his life.


    ***


    Emily was about to go to bed when she suddenly sneezed.


    "What’s the matter? Caught a cold?" Peter asked anxiously.


    Emily gently rubbed her nose and shook her head, "No."


    She asked, "Is Connor spending his birthday with Logan and the others again this year?"


    Peter gently held her hand and nodded.


    "Ah, spending every birthday with his buddies," Emily sighed, "I hope next year he has someone


    special to celebrate with him."


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    "Our son loves your cooking the most," Peter said with a smile.


    "That’s true, he says my pasta is the best in the world," Emily dered proudly.