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Camila looked at Connor, her eyes filled with gratitude.
Despite her less–than–perfect singing voice, under Connor’s guidance and their joint performance, their voices harmonized unexpectedly
well.
The audience quieted down, listening intently to their performance. After the song ended, the room erupted in enthusiastic applause NôvelDrama.Org owns this.
and cheers.
“Bravo!” Logan whistled, patting Connor on the shoulder with a laugh. “It’s been years since I heard you sing, but leave it to Camila to bring it out of you. This is truly the best birthday gift.”
“Beat it,” Connor shot him a sideways glance with a smirk.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed, leaving only a spotlight shining on the center of the room. The crowd fell silent.
Tara changed into a pair of dancing shoes and gracefully walked into the spotlight. She began to dance, each movement oozing allure. Her figure was lithe and supple, like a graceful fairy, becoming more enchanting and seductive with the rhythm of the music, her gaze captivating
Camila was mesmerized, and so were all the men in the room. Their gazes were unabashedly filled with desire.
Camila instinctively looked towards Connor, only to find him busy replying to work emails. He didn’t even glance up once.
A beautiful woman was flaunting her sultry dance right in front of him, and he seemed utterly unmoved. Was he hiding his feelings, or was he really that composed?
Soon, Camila noticed Tara’s gaze focusing on Logan, her eyes carrying an enticing lure. However, Camila caught sight of Rita from across the room, also intently watching Logan. The world of the wealthy was beyond her comprehension.
Many guests were smoking, and Camila felt a bit uncomfortable, so she stood up and walked to the balcony for some fresh air.
It was nearly one in the morning, and Camila was feeling sleepy. Just as she was about to head back inside, she heard Logan’s voice, “I don’t need help.
Suddenly, Rita hugged Logan from behind.
Camila paused, inadvertently catching a juicy scene. It would be awkward for everyone if she walked out now, wouldn’t it? She immediately stepped back onto the balcony.
Logan stood his ground, forcefully prying Rita’s hands off, his voice stern, “Rita, don’t demean yourself.”
Rita’s voice softened, “Logan, just look at me, please?”
Logan replied, “Rita, we’re not suited for each other.”
“Why not? After all these years, why can’t you just look at me…
Logan fell silent for a moment. “You’re drunk, I’ll have the driver take you home.”
Camila crouched in a comer of the balcony, not daring to emerge until she saw Connor leaning against the wall as he passed by. She quickly came out and steadied him.
Connor, irritated, was about to shrug off the helping hand when he turned and saw it was Camila. He immediately relaxed his grip. His voice deep and serious, he asked, “What are you doing hiding out here and scaring people?”
Camila was bewildered. “I’m just trying to help, and you treat me like a ghost?” She thought to herself.
“Mr. Connor, are you feeling alright?”
“No,” Connor said curtly, fighting to keep his composure. He had barely slept the previous night, and after many glasses of spirits and wine, he was struggling to maintain his calm.
Camila, not heartless, felt guilty seeing him uncomfortable after he had helped her fend off so many drinks. “Mr. Connor, let me help you to the restroom to wash your face”
Connor’s stomach churned, and he held back with great effort until they reached the restroom. As soon as they did, he rushed in, and the sounds of retching followed as both food and alcohol were violently expelled