Rowena advised, “It's really late. You should get some sleep."

Camila nodded.

Heading upstairs, her smile vanished instantly.

Isaac hadn't returned so late. Was he avoiding her as well?

Isaac had said he didn't care.

But did he really mean that?

Camila had her doubts.

It wasn't that she didn't want to believe Isaac.

She just saw things differently.

If she had been in Isaac's shoes, she couldn't have just shrugged it off.

Complaining or questioning their relationship wasn't her style, but it seemed natural for Isaac to feel uneasy.

He had his own mindset.

She wouldn't hold it against him.

Perhaps both she and Isaac needed some time to work through this issue.

Resting on the sofa, Camila's gaze drifted to the clock on the wall.

The sound of the clock echoed, standing out in this quiet atmosphere.

She glanced at her phone, hesitated, and then decided not to use it.

Surrendering to her weariness, she lay on the bed, pulled the quilt over herself, and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Forrest had been looking for a chance to talk to Alick, but Alick was always tied up with work.

After spending the day at the office, Forrest returned home as evening fell.