Camila gestured towards her neck, adorned with the evidence of his passionate kisses.

Isaac examined them and couldn't help but feel contented.

Camila was speechless.

“Have you lost your mind? How am I supposed to face people with my neck looking like this?"

Her anger fueling her, she began to kick his legs and pound on his chest, shouting, "Isaac, you've gone mad!"

With one hand, Isaac clutched her hands and drew her into his embrace with ease. He held her hands firmly yet gently, securing her slender waist closely against his body with his other hand.

He stared at her with his deep-set eyes, their radiance heightened by his long eyelashes.

“Are you really upset?"

Biting her lip, Camila averted her face from him.

Isaac pressed a soft kiss on her cheek and reassured, “I promise not to repeat it.”

Camila struggled to free herself.

“Let me go.”

"Give me a kiss and I'll release you," Isaac teased her, a devilish grin playing on his lips.

Camila was left dumbstruck.

She was genuinely infuriated.

“First, let go of me. It hurts!"

Teasing her further, Isaac bit her earlobe and asked, "Oh really? Are you referring to our time in bed?"

Camila found herself at a loss for words.

How could anyone be this audacious?

“Isaac, if you continue this way, I'll be seriously enraged," she warned him. This time, Camila's fury was real.