Isaac maintained his composure and asked, "Is the doctor who'll be operating on you a guy or a girl?"

Ever since he had read her diary, he had become unusually sensitive.

"He is a guy."

“Is he married? Young, old?" Isaac probed further.

It was only then that Camila lifted her gaze to him.

“Why the sudden interest in him?"

Isaac demanded a clear response.

“Just answer me."

Camila knitted her brows, finding his behavior bizarre.

Irritated, she retorted, “Considerably younger than you."

Isaac was left without words.

“What do you mean? Do you think I'm old?" He raised his eyebrows.

Obviously, it was a sign of displeasure.

Camila had no interest in a spat during dinner.

Rather than provoke him, she softened her tone.

"You're not old, you're just the right age for me."

Isaac's expression eased.

After dinner, Camila spent some time playing with Joe before putting her younger son to bed.

As she opened the wardrobe intending to pick out some clothes for a shower, Isaac embraced her from behind and tossed her onto the bed.

She sank deep into the plush comforter, the bed shifting under her weight. Her head spun from the abrupt action.