Camila let out a sigh of frustration.

Nevertheless, she had no choice but to obey him.

“What do you want to eat?" She forced herself to smile to hide her irritation.

“Anything," Isaac replied.

Camila studied him before going to the kitchen. She washed her hands in the sink, and then she opened the fridge.

There were plenty of fresh ingredients in it.

After deciding to whip up a few easy meals, she grabbed the necessary ingredients.

Isaac stepped into the Living room and waited there. He gazed at the occupied woman in the kitchen as he began to unbutton his suit.

Having lost his parents at an early age, he no longer remembered what it was Like to eat home-cooked meals.

Before Camila moved in, Glenda was the only one responsible for keeping the house tidy.

Usually, he felt lonely whenever he was at home.

He had no idea what home was supposed to feel Like until now.

He slipped off his suit and tossed it carelessly on the sofa before heading into the kitchen.

"Camila."

Camila was busy chopping the vegetables.

She turned to the man standing at the entrance of the kitchen and said,

“Wait a minute. Your food isn't ready yet."

Of course, Isaac knew that the food was not cooked yet. He just wanted to tell her that he wanted to keep living with her like this.

However, the words would not come out of his mouth.

His sense of dignity prevented him from making such a statement.

In the end, he turned to leave without saying anything.

Camila Lowered her head again as her eyes glinted with an emotion that quickly vanished.

She finished cooking half an hour Later.

The food that she prepared consisted of uncomplicated, home-cooked meals.

They were nothing special.