"Camila, you're quite the negotiator. Back then, you were furious and fought back against me, but now you're so submissive. I don't have your temperament; I truly admire you," he said with a hint of a smile, his lips almost touching hers.

The hot air that came out of his breath fell on Camila's face.

She tensed and turned her head away.

Rather than getting angry, Jaylen seemed amused. "I like that stubborn look of yours."

Camila tried to clench her fists, but her trembling fingers couldn't muster the strength.

Jaylen placed his hand over hers and gently held it.

Her warmth and softness sent tremors through his body, but he knew what he had to do.

His feelings were deeper than desire, but he wouldn't be softhearted.

“You see, Camila, we're stuck in this stalemate because of you," he said, his fingers exploring her face and then trailing down to her collarbone, toying with the buttons of her collar.

Camila closed her eyes tightly.

With a soft touch, he asked, "If you had chosen me, would things have turned out differently? "

Camila remained silent.

She refused to utter a word. She knew he would never let her go no matter what she said.

Jaylen kissed her on the cheek.

Camila's frown deepened, her body trembling with resistance.

"Are you afraid? Do you think I'm disgusting? But I just want to make you sick, and make Isaac sick."

Ignoring her discomfort, he abruptly tore off her clothes!

She felt a chill crawling all over her body.

Camila's anger surged. Her blood rushed to her brain and rendered her dizzy.

Before losing consciousness, she felt someone pressing down on her...