“Isaac, are you out of your mind..."

Before she could complete her sentence, he silenced her with a kiss!

He acted rudely.

Camila attempted to wriggle free.

"I haven't had my shower yet."

But Isaac nipped at her neck fiercely.

“Ouch!"

It really hurt.

With her brows furrowed, Camila urged, “Be more gentle."

The man was clearly driven by his sexual desires now.

Isaac didn't do it lightly. He exerted more strength than before!

For the first time ever, Camila found herself immobilized in bed, her legs and waist aching horribly.

Isaac had always balanced passion with gentleness in their intimate moments, always mindful of her comfort.

But this time, he was fierce!

She even had a fleeting thought that she might not survive it.

She was completely exhausted.

The very man responsible for her inability to rise was now standing before a floor-length mirror, doing up his shirt buttons. He caught her reflection in the mirror and inquired, “Are you up yet?"

She chose to remain silent.

Making his way to her bedside, he asked, “Aren't you planning on getting up? Your surgery is scheduled for today, isn't it?"

All Camila could muster was to hide under the quilt.