“Did you arrange for the jewelry to be delivered today?"

Gazing at her, Isaac asked, “Are they to your liking?"

Camila flashed a smile. To deny liking jewelry would be dishonest. No woman could resist the allure of glittering gems. She did appreciate jewelry, but extravagant spending wasn't her style.

His affection was her greatest treasure.

His thoughtful gesture warmed her heart.

"They're rather pricy. I've kept them in your study. There's a safe there. But I don't know the code. Could you store the jewelry in it?"

A smile tugged at Isaac's lips.

"Sounds like you're upset about me not sharing the safe combination.”

“Yes, I am. Usually, the lady of the house handles the finances. But you've given me neither any of your wealth nor any cash before our marriage." Camila pouted.

"So, how much do you want?" Isaac asked, his voice laced with amusement .

“Hmm, how much do girls usually wish for?" Camila mused.

He gently squeezed her cheek and said, "You're not like other girls.

You can have whatever you want."

"What's the difference between me and them? I'm just an ordinary girl too."

“I can offer you anything, even my life," He pulled her into his embrace and whispered into her ear, "I doubt their husbands would go that far."

"You sure have a way with words. You weren't always this smooth.”

She playfully pushed him away.

He asked, "What was I like before then?"

Eager to change the subject, Camila pointed to the jewelry on the desk and said, "Could you put these in the safe?"

Then she was about to leave.