What would she do?

How could she explain her peculiar behavior?

Was it simply due to his devastatingly attractive appearance that she lost control of her emotions?

What would she do about that?

As her head was grasped, a multitude of explanations flooded her mind. However, Isaac did not open his eyes.

He even extended his tender tongue and put it into her mouth!

Their kiss was so fervent, as though he sought to swallow her whole. It was almost suffocating, leaving her breathless.

Had he truly awakened or was he merely traversing the realm of dreams? “Mila, I long for you," he murmured.

His words resounded crystal clear in Camila's ears.

He left her utterly stupefied.

Did he just say he longed for her?

A tear escaped her eye.

It dripped, down to his face.

Isaac remained undisturbed, seemingly ensconced in his dreams.

Camila rose to her feet, realizing that he had merely been speaking in his slumber.

“But I am also elated to hear that you miss me," she whispered.

Gently wiping the Lipstick from his Lips, she tucked him in, quietly exiting the bedroom and gently closing the door behind her.

As she opened the door, she caught sight of Alick.

Alick was entrusted with Isaac's care, and he was just by the door. Seeing Camila, he approached her, inquiring, “Has he fallen asleep?" Camila nodded in affirmation.

Alick noticed the disarray of her Lipstick.

That prompted a furrowed brow and suspicions of what she had been doing with Isaac.

He was on the verge of opening the door.

Camila swiftly intervened, stopping him in his tracks.

“Mr. Johnston has just drifted into slumber. Let us not disturb him," she asserted.

Alick blinked, his eyes harboring uncertainty, and he questioned, “Did you do something to him?"