Chapter 48
Oh no, several people felt uneasy, quickly trying to distance themselves from Tabitha.
Ms. Rita, we were just passing by. We don’t really know her.”
“Can’t keep your mouths shut even when you’re just passing by? Maybe you shouldn’t be in the entertainment industry. Go home, wash up, and get some sleep.” Rita glanced over, summoning the security guard and whispering a few words.
The security promptly escorted them out. “Ms. Rita! Ms. Rita!” Some still called out desperately, attracting the attention of everyone
around.
“I don’t want to see these people in the industry ever again.”
Rita, after sharing a smile with the audience, took Camila by the arm and headed back to the bar. “I’m sorry you had to see that. Connor’s going to blame me later.”
“Not at all, I should be thanking you.” Camila quickly waved her off.
“Two Alcoves, please.”
Join me for one. The cocktails are low in alcohol,” Rita said warmly after ordering, smiling gently at Camila.
“Sure.” Rita had just helped her out. It was hard for Camila to refuse, and she nodded with a smile.
As they chatted, the bartender quickly prepared their drinks. Camila tasted hers–it was sweet with hardly a hint of alcohol.
Connor descended from the private booth and approached them. As he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly caught sight of the empty glass in front of Camila. His brows furrowing slightly. “Have you been drinking?”
Camila’s eyes were slightly unfocused, and she nodded blankly, her cheeks tinged pink as if caressed by the gentle breeze of spring, radiantly beautiful.
“It’s just a cocktail, no big deal,” Rita said, slightly annoyed.
“She can’t handle her liquor.”
Connor glared at her, and Rita pursed her lips, looking imploringly towards Logan. Logan tried to ease the tension, “Hey, it’s just one drink, no biggie.”
The bartender, who had already prepared another drink, hesitated. He held it mid–air, unsure whether to set it down.
Camila spotted the drink hanging in the air and reached out for it, murmuring, “Thank you.” She was indeed a bit tipsy, her voice soft and mellow.
Connor swiftly took the drink from her hand and downed it in one gulp. “That was my drink, why are you taking…” Camila’s words slurred slightly, like a whisper in a dream, alluring and mesmerizing.
“We should head back,” Connor told Rita.
He took Camila by the arm, saying softly, “Let’s go home.”
“Okay.”
Camila looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with a mesmerizing glow. She smiled sweetly, her smile blooming like a flower, delicate and enchanting.
She got up, staggering slightly. Connor held her arm tightly to prevent her from falling.
When they walked out of the bar, the driver was already at the door with the car door open, waiting for them. Connor gently guided Camila into the car, then walked around to the other side and got in, helping her to buckle up.
Beside him, all was quiet. Connor turned his head and saw Camila leaning against the back of the seat, her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side.
Was she asleep?
As Camila drifted further, her head also began to tilt further. She looked like she was going to fall at any moment. Connor reached out to support her face. In the dim light of the car, her delicate features appeared even more exquisite.
THEL
She seemed to feel the warmth, rubbing her cheek like a kitten against his palm. Connor intended to adjust her head upright, but unexpectedly, her soft lips brushed against his palm.
Suddenly, a jolt of electricity spread from his palm, as if time had frozen at that moment. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.
In the dimly lit room.
Connor lay over her bare body, gently kissing away the tears at the corner of her eyes.