Shaking off her absent gaze, Camila answered, "Nobody."

Isaac didn't buy it.

"Can't you even tell me?"

Camila elaborated, “Earlier, Forrest spotted a waitress who allegedly was the spitting image of Laura. I was tied up and couldn't assist him, so I asked him to keep me in the loop. Oddly enough, he departed before I did."

Isaac replied, “You really shouldn't worry so much. Look at how slim you've become. It would be best if you went home and focused on your wellbeing."

Indeed, Camila recognized that her health had deteriorated.

She hadn't been mindful of her well-being this time around and still hadn't bounced back from childbirth.

Her mind was laden with concerns, and if not for the steady supply of health supplements from Glenda and Rowena, her physical state would have crumbled.

Suddenly, Isaac scooped her up in his arms.

This unexpected move startled Camila, and she instinctively clung to his neck in surprise.

She inquired, staring at him, “Can't you be more serious? We're in a public place and all eyes are on us. It's not right to be this conspicuous, understand?"

“Why is it not right? We're married, and you're not in the best shape. As your partner, it's my duty to be extra attentive and thoughtful, isn't it?" Isaac smoothly responded, while carrying her down the deck.

Their seaside walk was teeming with people.

Isaac holding her like this was bound to draw attention.

Camila turned a deep shade of red.

Overcome with shyness, she tucked her face into Isaac's arms, feigning sleep.

Isaac looked down at her.

Her behavior was amusing, akin to an ostrich hiding its head.

Carrying her to their car, their driver promptly opened the door for them.

He held Camila and sat down.