Yet, both of them were far from calm.

Camila wanted to say something, but the words eluded her.

She turned her head slightly, her eyes glistening with moisture, and her voice hoarse. "You have known it, right?"

Isaac offered no response. His facade was flawless.

It seemed as if he genuinely had no idea what she was referring to.

In her heart, however, Camila knew the truth. He had known everything.

“I don't know how to face you," she admitted, closing her eyes. “I didn't feel anything. I don't know if I was..."

When she regained consciousness, her body felt normal.

Having spent considerable time with Isaac, she was acutely aware of her own physical changes after doing that with him.

This time, she didn't feel like she had engaged in any sexual activity after she woke up.

But her clothes had been removed.

Even if she hadn't been raped, she couldn't bear to imagine what Jaylen might have done to her while she was unconscious.

"I've agreed to the director and completed the entry formalities,"

Camila said, grateful that she didn't turn down the job offer.

At least she had something to rely on now.

“If you need to go to work, then do it."

As the car pulled up to their residence, Isaac got out of the vehicle.

Camila stopped him. “Isaac.”

“What?"

He halted his departure from the car.