He didn't want to feel uncomfortable with wet clothes clinging to his body.

Camila ignored him. "I don't want to shower. I just want to sleep."

As she spoke, she tried to climb out of the bathtub, but she didn't have the strength and slipped, her hair getting wet.

Isaac felt completely helpless.

He got into the bathtub and stopped her. "Stop. I'll help you wash. You'll feel better soon.”

Camila protested, "No, I don't want to take a shower now. Okay?"

Isaac couldn't argue. He lowered himself into the water, holding her close.

"No, you've vomited. It'll smell bad if you don't shower. Trust me. I'll help you. We'll be done soon."

Camila stayed in his arms. "This is so annoying."

She started to calm down.

Isaac assisted her in washing her body, his fingers wandering on her tender skin.

Camila squirmed, feeling a sudden itchiness that made her unable to stay still.

She wrapped her arms around Isaac's neck, pressing her flushed face against his. “It's so hot," she murmured in a coquettish tone, her body glistening with water droplets.

In his embrace, she exuded an irresistible allure, her every movement enticing.

Isaac's gaze lingered on her, captivated by her charms.

With a husky voice, he murmured, "Stay still. It'll be over soon."

But Camila couldn't help but fidget. “It feels stuffy," she complained, feeling the heat of the bathroom closing in around them.

"Okay."

Understanding her discomfort, Isaac quickly finished washing her hair, guiding her out of the bathtub. Together, they stood beneath the shower, letting the water rinse away the bubbles.

Camila leaned into him, seeking relief from the stifling heat.