However, as time passed, weariness overtook her, and she found herself falling asleep and unintentionally resting atop him.

Camila lost all sense of time, and she awoke with a groggy mind.

Her arm tingled with numbness from being pressed for too Long. As she shifted and sat up, a sudden realization struck her—the bed was now empty. She Lifted her gaze and saw a man standing not far from her.

Clad in the same bathrobe from the previous night, he appeared remarkably put together and did not look like he had just woken up. It seemed that he had taken the time to tidy himself up.

“Leave," he uttered in a distant tone, his voice laced with an icy coldness that sent shivers down her spine.

Camila blinked, her eyes betraying a mix of confusion and bewilderment.

“What have I done wrong?"

“Who gave you permission to sleep in my room?" he asked, his anger getting more apparent by the second.

As Isaac roused from his slumber, his gaze fell upon her presence in his bed, even resting atop him.

Anger crept into him.

"You were holding my hand last night, so I thought-"

“I SAID LEAVE. NOW!" he bellowed, not interested in hearing any of her explanation.

He did not care whether it was his fault or not.

Regardless, he never wanted to see this ugly woman in front of him.

He would never allow any other woman but Camila to get this close to him.

What fueled his anger was not her ugliness, but rather the fact that she, too, had held his hand.

It was not about her appearance, but the guilt it would stir within him towards Camila.

The thought of betraying her provoked a deep sense of resentment within him.

Camila was not like a stubborn gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe. If she had not been so tired last night, she would not have been so careless as to fall asleep next to him.

With her head bowed Low, she quietly made her way past him, her eyes catching sight of his reddened and swollen hand.

The marks seemed to be caused by vigorous scrubbing.

Was he a germaphobe?

Why did she not notice it before?

"I don't need you to treat my illness anymore, and there's no need for you to visit in the future,“ Isaac declared, his chin raised with an air of arrogance.

"Is it because my medical skills are inadequate?" Camila queried