She asked cautiously, “Are you feeling tired?"

With his eyes closed, Isaac feigned sleep.

Unable to find sleep, Camila lay awake, stealing glances at Isaac's back now and then.

She wasn't oblivious, she sensed his resentment.

But the reason eluded her.

Rubbing her temples, she reassured herself that he was probably tired and she was overthinking.

Eventually, sleep overtook her.

As her breathing steadied in sleep, Isaac sat upright.

He gazed at the slumbering woman beside him, disbelief coursing through him.

She had just fallen asleep?

Just like that?

She didn't try to cheer him up.

She didn't bother to inquire about his feelings.

The more he dwelled on it, the angrier he became.

Remembrance of her diary content fueled his rage.

Isaac pulled the quilt over himself, leaving Camila uncovered.

Despite the drop in temperature, she didn't stir, curling up instead.

Seeing her shivering, he reluctantly covered her, dreading she'd catch a cold.

He felt a pang of melancholy.

While he was concerned for her, Camila seemed indifferent to him.