Blinking innocently, he pondered the comparison between bodyguards and waiters — both roles centered on serving others.

This indeed didn't seem like a career that parents would like their children to pursue in the future.

Camila entered the room to find Isaac by the window, engaged in a phone call.

He hastily ended the conversation upon her arrival.

Curious, she inquired, “Who was that? And why did you hang up when I came?"

Isaac glanced at her.

“What? Did I say something wrong?" Camila approached him, taking his arm gently.

Isaac playfully pinched her cheek. "Since when did you become so jealous?" he teased.

With a playful tilt of her head, Camila responded earnestly, “I've been jealous ever since I fell in love with you."

Isaac chuckled, charmed by her admission.

Who wouldn't enjoy hearing such words?

Taking a seat on the sofa, he explained, “It was Alick. I was checking if he needed any assistance."

After all, planning a wedding required considerable effort and support.

"What did Alick say?" Camila inquired.

Isaac shrugged nonchalantly. "Nelson's been handling the arrangements," he replied casually.

Camila nodded thoughtfully.

Annis, Nelson's daughter, wasn't biologically related to him, but he raised her as his own with love and care. And Annis was a dutiful and sensible girl.

Resting her head on Isaac's shoulder, Camila recalled, "Didn't you mention preparing for going there?"

Isaac nodded. "Brent's taken care of that," he confirmed.

Camila couldn't help but marvel at the conveniences afforded by wealth.