What was he doing here? Didn't he hate this marriage?

He was supposed to hate the mere sight of her

Camila hadn't thought it was possible, but Isaac's expression turned even darker. "What?" he spat out. "Do I need to ask for your permission to stay in my own villa?"

Camila lowered her head to hide the flush in her cheeks. He was right. It was she who had intruded into his home.

Isaac tossed a folder on the table. "Sign it."