When the light was on, she slightly raised her head.

Her eyes appeared somewhat reddened and swollen.

She had made a significant effort to collect herself. "I... I may be very busy in the upcoming days."

Isaac responded, “Understood.”

“It's getting late. Time for bed." She offered a smile.

Isaac proceeded to the bathroom.

Upon his return from the bathroom, he noticed Camila had settled on the couch for the night.

She was turned inwards.

A blanket masked her face.

He positioned himself before the couch, gazing down at her.

Camila recoiled. She was aware of his gaze.

But she dared not turn around.

She avoided the bed because she felt tainted.

She was too ashamed to maintain a facade of normality as if nothing had happened.

She could only feign sleep to evade him!

Isaac stooped over, making sure not to brush against her. He draped the quilt over her body, but instead of immediately leaving, he softly murmured, "I don't mind it at all."

Upon hearing his statement, Camila's nose twitched, threatening another round of tears.

Biting down on her Lips, she fought to keep her emotions quiet.

Despite shutting her eyes tightly, the tears escaped, trailing down her cheeks, over her nose, finally disappearing into her hair.

She shivered.