The words “last night" were emphasized in a way that anyone would misinterpret.

“Last night?"

Camila remembered going to the hospital with Isaac and falling asleep on the way home. She did not remember what had happened after that.

That was to say that she had no idea how Isaac got her to the bedroom or how he undressed her.

She did not feel Like anything was wrong with her body, though.

She had done it before, so she knew how the body would feel after having sex.

Isaac must have read her mind, because he affectionately tapped her nose and said, "Relax. I didn't do anything to you."

Camila breathed a sigh of relief.

“Anyway, it's Late. We should get up."

Isaac got out of bed and left the room to save her the embarrassment he anticipated she would feel if he stayed there

Camila knew he did not do anything to her

It did not stop the warmth that engulfed her heart, though.

She was thankful for his consideration.

Suddenly, she remembered that she had a dance class. She glanced at the clock. It was close to nine o'clock in the morning already.

Although she was naked, she jumped out of bed. While she showered in the bathroom, she paid little mind to the scratches on her arms. Healing from such small injuries would just take a few days. After showering, she changed into clean clothes and hurriedly headed downstairs.

Isaac was already in the dining area.

“Come and eat," he said when he saw her.

“I'm late for work," Camila groaned.

“Just file for a leave." Isaac beckoned her to sit at the table. Eventually, she made her way over and sat down

Isaac handed her a cup of warm milk. "Stay and rest for today."

Camila took the cup and drank from it.

After a brief pause, she whispered, “ALL right."

She was not taking Isaac's advice. She was just really late for work and had no choice but to ask for leave.

"I have to take care of something today, but I'll be back early tonight," Isaac stated.

He was openly disclosing his schedule to her.