“No, I'm merely worried about you. After all, you are quite the handsome gentleman..."

“Alick, am I too lenient with you?" Isaac's brow furrowed.

“No, I shall take my leave now. Get some rest." Alick hurriedly retreated, fearful of being further entangled.

“Mr. Johnston."

Camila stood at the bathroom door, addressing Isaac, "You may enter now."