"Come on, let's go home." Camila stood up, signaling their departure.

During the drive home, Isaac seemed to be hesitating to speak.

Camila grew tired of him going back and forth, so she prompted her husband. "Just say it."

“I know you're busy," Isaac started, “but there's a banquet in Clouland, which requires that every man must bring a a female companion."

“When is it?" Camila asked directly.

"Friday," Isaac answered.

Camila checked her phone to know what day it was: Tuesday. She pondered over it for a moment before saying, “There are still three days left. I can free up two days in my schedule if I rearrange my work."

Delighted, Isaac grabbed her hand and held it. "Thank you!"

A smile appeared on Camila's face. “Didn't we agree to saying no thanks between us? After all, I was merely fulfilling my duty as your wife, since I decided to be a good wife and mother from now on," she declared, leaning on his arm.

“What do you mean?" Isaac gave her a smile. “You've always been a good wife!"

Camila, knowing what he was up to, looked up at him.

She knew that behind his every compliment was a catch.

She intended to know what it was this time. “And what do you exactly mean by that?"

Isaac gave a sly grin. "What's going on? Why do you ask such things?"

Camila released his arm, straightened up, and pondered seriously. "It seems like you never have anything good to say."

Isaac was both annoyed and amused at the same time.

What were her honest feelings toward him?

Why did it seem that he always spoke unfavorably?

“Don't slander me."

Camila exhaled sharply. “Fine, then explain to me, what makes me a good wife?"