Again, he followed her.

Annoyed now, she looked up with a frown.

“Please move—"

The rest of her words died in her throat the moment she caught a glimpse of the man before her.

She immediately ducked her head again, fear and guilt washing over her.

“Excuse me," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Please let me through.”

It was just one glance, but Isaac knew right there and then.

He recognized her eyes.

It couldn't be anyone else but Camila.

“And if I refuse," he countered, his voice carrying a hint of danger. Camila subconsciously pressed her palm against her belly and turned on her heel.

But Isaac grabbed her wrist before she could flee.

He wordlessly pulled her toward the elevator banks.

Camila panicked.

She wasn't expecting to see Isaac so soon after returning to the country. Worse, still, he seemed to recognize her immediately.

Bracing herself, she took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, but you must have mistaken me for someone else.”

Isaac stopped in his tracks.

“You are Dr. Jane Perez, aren't you?" Camila opened her mouth to reply, but she had no idea what she could possibly say to salvage the situation

She couldn't struggle against him, not in her current condition. In the end, she allowed herself to be led into the elevator.

A while later, Camila found herself standing outside her hotel room. Isaac held out his palm. "Key card."

Her Lips twitched. "How did you know where I was staying?"

Isaac was already impatient as it was. He ignored her question and reached into her coat pocket.

In one swift motion, he pulled out the key card, swiped it on the security system, and hauled Camila inside the room.

As soon as the door closed, he pressed against Camila, trapping her between the door and his tall, muscular frame.

He stared her down, his sneer slowly morphing into a mocking smile. Then he lifted his hand and tore the mask from her face.

Camila instinctively averted her face and covered her scarred cheek with her hand.