She turned her gaze to the window.

There was a tiny gap.

She remembered closing the window. Someone must have tampered with it.

Under the moon's glow, there were traces of footprints on the table.

She was taken aback.

"You climb through the window?"

Incredible!

Camila was in disbelief.

"Weren't you boasting about the security measures here?"

How did he manage to get in through the window so easily?

Isaac confessed in a low tone, "They provided me a ladder."

Camila was dumbfounded.

How could she forget that Isaac had set up this living arrangement, and the guards outside were his men?

In essence, Isaac was the master of this place.

If he wanted access, he'd get it.

Camila closed her eyes and promised, "I'll discuss this with my mother tomorrow."

She didn't want Isaac to resort to window-climbing in the future.

He was behaving like a burglar.

As he held her, Isaac inquired, "I come to see you in such a way.

Do you think you look Like having an affair with me?"