Camila was oblivious to the mounting frustration etched on his features.

She didn't even spare him a glance.

"Your silence, I'll interpret as consent. Don't worry though, I'll not clutter much. Any books I don't need will be discarded."

Wordless, Isaac exited the room.

Once she arranged the books on the shelves, she returned Rowena's books to her.

Subsequently, Camila attended to her older son's bath and the diaper change of her younger.

"It's time to choose a name for your little son now. Rowena reminded her.

"I'll consult Isaac about it. We mustn't hastily choose a name Like we did for Joe," Camila responded.

"But Joe is such an endearing name," Rowena retorted.

“Perhaps, if you insist," agreed Camila, her smile radiating warmth.

After the conversation, she ascended the staircase, took a bath, and retired for the night. As she lay in bed, she prodded Isaac, “We must name our little one."

There was no reply.

It was as if she went unheard.

Camila knew he was awake. Usually, he'd enfold her in his arms as she lay down next to him, but tonight, he turned his back towards her.

This had never happened before.

Was he still upset?

Camila snuggled up to him from behind, querying, “Are you still angry because of Annis?"

"I need sleep," Isaac responded brusquely, pushing her away.

Upon hearing that, she was taken aback.

This was the first time that he had pushed her away.