Out of the blue, Camila popped the question, "You dodged my earlier query. Why the ban on young wives in that club you mentioned?"

Isaac raised his eyes, locking his gaze on Camila for a few moments.

"You'll find out later."

Camila's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "You're being so mysterious, it's sparked my interest."

"Come here." Isaac placed his utensils down and leaned back a bit.

Camila paused momentarily, then got up, walked around the table, and approached him.

Isaac grasped her hand.

Camila naturally sat on his lap.

Isaac encircled her waist with his arm. "When did you pick up the Clouland language?"

"In school," Camila said.

Isaac gazed at her, his eyes filled with admiration.

Camila leaned her head against his shoulder. "It looks like my father was right."

She recalled her father Marvin, who didn't listen to her and sometimes made her do things she didn't want to.

It seemed that his concepts weren't completely wrong. Being by the side of a successful man demanded more than just looks.

It required either a similar stature in power or a certain depth of education and insight.

Suddenly, she wished Marvin were still alive.

She had indeed married Isaac.

He would have been really happy for them.

"What are you thinking about?" Isaac broke into her thoughts.

Camila shook her head and said, "Nothing, really."