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She didn’t understand why the person just now hadn’t accepted the cake she offered.
“Is it good?” Connor asked, tilting his head to look at her as he held a glass of wine.
Camila looked up, their eyes meeting, and she instinctively shook her head, then nodded.
Connor calmly said, “If you like it, eat more. There’s plenty.”
Camila nodded.
“What are you whispering about?” Logan came over with another slice of cake and held it up to Connor. “It is my birthday, so at lesst
have a bite.”
“I don’t eat cake.” Yet as Connor spoke, he took the cake and handed it to Camila beside him. “You eat it for me.”
Logan frowned and clicked his tongue.
“Thank you” Camila whispered her thanks and took the cake. She sat down and started eating quietly.
Logan moved past Connor and sat next to Camila, lifting his wine glass. “Camila, thank you for coming to my birthday party.”
“Happy Birthday,” Camila stood up, picked up a fresh glass of red wine from in front of her, and clinked glasses with Logan. As she was about to drink, Connor grabbed her arm and took the wine
glass from her hand. “She can’t drink alcohol.” Then, he downed the wine he had just taken from Camila.
Logan looked surprised. “You’re too protective. It’s just red wine.”
Camila picked up a glass of juice and stood next to Connor, smiling, “Happy Birthday, Mr. Logan. I’ll toast you with juice instead of
wine.”
Logan glanced at Connor out of the comer of his eye. Seeing Connor’s indifferent expression, Logan responded, “Thank you.”
They both finished their drinks.
Someone came over with a glass, joking, “This one’s to Ms. Camila’s golden touch, is Connor going to block this one too?”
He had been the biggest winner at the card table until Camila showed up and he started losing quite a bit.
The person gauged Connor’s expression.
“Bring a glass of wine here.” Connor motioned with his hand, and a servant immediately handed him a glass of red wine. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
Connor smiled as he drank it
Seeing an opportunity to tease him, several guests came over t
to toast Camila.
The party got boisterous, and Connor ended up drinking quite a bit.
Camila stood by his side with an apologetic look, whispering, “Mr. Connor, you’ve had quite a lot to drink, shall I take over?”
Connor tumed his head, whispering close to her ear, “You know your own limits when it comes to drinking”
His warm breath, tinged with the scent of alcohol, brushed against her cheek. Camila stiffened
Tara, who was good at reading the room, picked up the microphone, “Let’s not just drink, everyone. Let’s sing a song. Il embarrass myself first”
Her voice was enchanting, and everyone was momentarily mesmerized by her singing, pausing their toasts.
After the song ended, Tara handed the microphone to Camila with a smile. “Ms. Camila, how about a song from you?”
Camila reluctantly took the microphone. “I really can’t.”
Just sing anything, the crowd encouraged.
The intro to the song began playing. “Is this one okay?” Tara asked.
Under the bright lights and expectant gazes of the crowd, Camila bravely started to sing.
The crowd gasped. Her singing was unexpectedly off key, out of tune, and even a bit discordant. People at the party started whispering among themselves. Some tried to hide their surprise, others couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Camila continued, despite her embarrassment.
Suddenly a deep, lazy male voice joined her from another microphone.