Camila brushed his hand away.

"You should clean up. I'll go down to check on the baby."

Isaac took hold of her hand, offering reassurance.

"The baby is in good hands. No need to worry about him. You seem a bit unsettled today."

“My mom proposed I get scar removal surgery. She believes I can't go out looking like this," Camila revealed.

Isaac smiled and said, “Well, it may not be a bad idea."

“You promised you didn't mind my scar!" she responded defensively.

His smile remained unwavering.

"I don't mind it!"

"But you agreed with my mother's notion just now."

Was he not fond of her anymore?

Had he been dishonest about not caring about the scars that marked her face?

"Just like any other man, you prefer aesthetically pleasing women.

And now that I'm scarred, you must detest me. It took you this long to finally admit..."

Isaac's brows furrowed.

Why had she become so sensitive?

He was merely bantering.

Wrapping his arms around her, he probed, “Are you angry with me now?"

Camila fought against him, her expression stormy.

“Let go of me..