Her anxiety was evident.

Isaac could see it.

Refusing her would probably keep her up all night!

“Alright, it's up to you."

"I'm going to freshen up," Camila declared cheerfully.

She was dressed in her nightwear and needed to switch to casual clothes.

In her haste, she lost her footing, twisting her ankle and almost toppling over. Isaac promptly steadied her, chiding her gently, "Be careful. You nearly tripped. Don't rush. I just agreed to accompany you. I am not going to go back on my word."

"It's not that." She clarified that her anxiety got the better of her.

Isaac glanced at her, his eyes reflecting intrigue as he asked, "Really?"

Camila followed his questioning gaze, looking downwards.

Camila noticed her open collar, exposing her breasts.

Immediately, her cheeks flushed. Camila bit her lower lip and shot him a glare.

"Don't you have any shame?"

Isaac responded, his voice low and filled with passion, "You're my wife."

As he said this, he bowed his head and planted a kiss on her breast.

Camila shivered. She gently nudged him away, saying, “Don't be so naughty."

Isaac looked up, but the heat in his eyes hadn't dissipated. On the contrary, it intensified. He embraced her even more firmly, his face inching closer. His breath was warm.

He locked eyes with Camila.

"I've missed you."

Camila's face was flushed, radiating heat. Before she could utter a word, his lips met hers.