Camila shot him a stern look. "Be serious. I'm being sincere here. I don't want you to face criticism for being ungrateful or anything like that. You might not care about your reputation, but you can't just disregard it, especially now that you're a father. Do you want your son to grow up hearing such rumors? It would tarnish your image as a great father."

"You're right," Isaac conceded, rubbing his sore neck. Camila asked, "Is your neck bothering you?"

"Not really..."

“Let me massage it for you," she offered. Camila climbed onto the bed and knelt behind Isaac, positioning herself to better massage his shoulders. Her hands were surprisingly skilled.

Isaac found the experience relaxing and gradually closed his eyes.