After making the coffee, Camila brought it to Isaac, who looked at her with a curious expression. “Took you long enough?" he teased as she placed the cup within his reach.

“Just got caught up in some gossip outside," Camila quipped.

Isaac raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What gossip?"

Leaning casually against the table, Camila blinked innocently and countered, "Do you really want to hear it?"

Isaac's gaze intensified as he asked, “Whose gossip?"

"Yours," Camila replied with a mischievous smile.

Isaac chuckled softly.

“And what's so amusing about that?" Camila inquired.

"The gossip about me, perhaps, being the reason I married you?" Isaac suggested.

"Do they say you married me because I seduced you?" Camila teased.

Isaac drew closer, studying her face intently. “What do you think?" he countered.

As they locked eyes, Camila feigned contemplation. “You know, I believe it's because of my undeniable beauty that you've fallen so deeply in love with me," she remarked with a playful smirk, Leaving Isaac momentarily stunned.

When had she become so audacious?

Camila sighed theatrically before gently cupping his face. “Thanks to you, I've become the subject of gossip," she murmured.

Isaac couldn't help but smile as he returned her gaze, leaning in to kiss her tenderly. "Being gossiped about just means you're worth talking about," he reassured her.

Camila pursed her lips, her expression turning serious. "I don't want to be the topic of discussion. They may smile at me, but I can't help but wonder what they're saying behind my back.”

“I'll go and give them a piece of my mind," Isaac declared, rising to his feet with feigned anger.

"No," Camila protested, reaching out to stop him. "If you do, they'll say you've been seduced by me."

Isaac shook his head, a knowing glint in his eye. "That's precisely what you want," he countered with a smirk.

Camila rolled her eyes, pushing him away with a huff. "You're incorrigible," she muttered, unable to suppress a smile at his antics.