Camila was rendered speechless.

“Enough with the jokes." She whispered faintly, “I'm really stressed."

Isaac gazed down at her. “Let me help you unwind."

Camila felt uneasy. “I can't."

Her legs throbbed persistently.

Isaac positioned her on the bed and then applied pressure.

“Mmm..."

She pushed against his chest weakly. "I'm too drained..."

"You're suggesting a hospital visit, yet claiming you lack of energy?"

Camila murmured, "Please, let me go to the hospital, or I won't be at ease... mmm..."

Before she could finish, Isaac kissed her.

Her words caught in her throat.

Camila couldn't break free, surrendering to his dominance.

She allowed him to control over her heart and physique.

The intensity of their closeness defied verbal expression.

Their encounter concluded past three in the morning; Camila Lay limp, her form resembling fluid.

She had no intention of venturing out of the house today.

Isaac took care of tidying up, saying softly, "Rest now."

Camila shot him a resentful look.

Isaac let out a hoarse chuckle, his voice possessing a magnetic quality. "You still have the strength to glare at me; perhaps I didn't exert myself enough."