Despite having given birth to two children, her body had recovered well.

Her skin was fair and smooth.

Isaac's eyes burned with intensity, nearly drying her up with his gaze.

She hurriedly put her arms around his neck and said shyly, “Don't look at me."

Isaac bent down and picked her up, kissing her lips as he walked towards the bed in a familiar manner.

The moment he laid her down, he leaned in close.

Then, Camila was lost in the moment.

Later, Camila fell into deep slumber.

The sun was already high in the sky, but she still hadn't stirred from her sleep.

Isaac chose not to wake her.

By the time she did wake, it was almost nine o'clock in the morning.

Realizing the time, she quickly got out of bed.

They weren't at home; they had two children, and only their nanny, Glenda, was there to take care of them.

After quickly washing up and getting dressed, Camila walked out to find Isaac playing with their younger son.

She scanned the room and felt relieved to see no one else around.

“Why didn't you wake me up this morning?" she complained. “It's not like we're at home. It's not good..."

Isaac turned to look at her but remained silent.

Camila was about to say more, but before she could, she noticed Isaac wasn't actually looking at her. Confused, she turned around and saw Forrest standing behind her.

Her face stiffened at his presence.

Forrest looked at her and asked, "What about not at home? Is there anything wrong?"