Camila's voice echoed from the doorway.

Without a word, Isaac shut the diary and dumped it back into the box.

As he turned around, his gaze shot a frosty glance at her before he strode off.

Suddenly, his icy demeanor towards her was palpable.

But she shrugged it off.

Throughout dinner, Isaac maintained his frigid facade, offering no words.

The mood had Annis on edge, making her wonder if her presence was the cause of his gloom. After the meal, she and Alick hastily excused themselves.

Camila saw them to the door.

Upon bidding them farewell, she reassured Annis with a smile, “Don't mind him. He's always been a man of few words."

"Really?" Annis questioned, dubious.

“If you're skeptical, ask Alick. He's worked with Isaac for quite a while and knows him well," Camila suggested.

"Is that so?" Annis turned her query towards Alick.

Alick replied, “Yes, but he's making progress now. He used to be even colder to everyone."

Since marrying Camila, Isaac had undergone significant changes.

Once she'd seen them off, Camila made her way to the study intending to organize the items Alick had brought over.

As soon as she crouched down, Isaac appeared in the doorway. He regarded her, asking, “Are the contents of the box of significant value to you?"

Engrossed in the contents of the box, Camila did not once glance at Isaac.

"Many of these hold value. The notations I made in the past could still serve a purpose.”

She indicated the books she wished to retain, asking, “May I store them in your study?"

Resigned, Isaac only watched as she nestled that diary book among his books.