"Of course."

Clutching her phone tightly, Camila finally concluded, "If there's nothing else, I shall end the call."

"Okay."

She set her phone down and blankly stared into space for what seemed like an eternity.

Late into the night.

Camila drifted into slumber.

The door creaked open.

Isaac entered quietly from outside.

His suit jacket rested over his arm, the collar of his shirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing his robust chest. A stubble was on his chin, short and coarse, and weariness etched across his whole face.

He was a stark contrast to the once spirited and vigorous man he normally was.

At that moment, his presence exuded profundity.

Without disturbing anyone, he stealthily made his way to the bedroom.

Silently pushing the door open, he saw the silvery moonlight bathe the room. From the doorway, he caught sight of Camila nestled on the bed, her form curled up as she slumbered peacefully. Isaac quietly left the room, not wanting to disrupt her sleep.

He proceeded to the bathroom to freshen up and then returned to the bedroom, donning clean pajamas.

Camila remained oblivious, lost in her deep sleep.

Unbeknownst to her, someone had entered the room.

Isaac approached the bedside, delicately lying down and enfolding her in his embrace.

Though he had work to do, he had hurried back, consumed by worry upon hearing her tearful voice over the phone.

It seemed that Camila sensed his presence, finding solace in his arms.

Isaac planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, tenderly patting her back, careful not to awaken her.