“Let's have a chat," Camila proposed, her gaze fixed on him.

Isaac repositioned himself in the vehicle, shutting the door.

Following an extended quiet spell, he inquired, "What's the discussion about?"

She felt slightly anxious. She tightly balled her hands into fists, took a moment to gather her thoughts before voicing, “I do mind."

The utterance was odd, yet Isaac deciphered her intended meaning.

“and then?" Isaac's expression took a gloomy turn. He proceeded without waiting for Camila's response, “Don't overthink. We should head back. Our two kids are anticipating our arrival at home."

His concluding words served as a nudge to Camila.

They were parents to two children.

Should any issue arise, they needed to confront it as a pair.

She couldn't thoughtlessly mention parting ways.

It demonstrated a lack of responsibility.

He reached out to clutch Camila's hand, but she shook him off.

Involuntarily.

She too was taken aback.

She lifted her gaze.

Isaac's hand lingered midair.

She dropped her gaze and apologized, “I sorry."

Her reaction wasn't intentional, but purely instinctual.

For this reason, she feared physical contact.

Even if it was Isaac.