Marlowe had never been at a loss like that. At that moment, she felt profound hatred and jealousy deep inside her heart. She pursed her Lips tightly as her hands clenched into tight fists. Her expression had become ferocious.

However, she did throw the water at Camila, and Isaac saw everything. If she denied that she didn't do anything wrong, would Isaac hate her and think that she was a vulgar woman?

But Marlowe didn't want to give in to Camila either. Camila lied to her in the first place. So, it should be Camila who must apologize to her? How could she ask for forgiveness and reconcile like that?

But in the end, Marlowe decided to give in. She bit her bottom lip hard and said reluctantly, "I'm sorry..."

Camila heard Marlowe, but somehow, she didn't feel happy to hear that. She looked at Isaac and saw his calm face. But she knew better than anyone what he hid under such a relaxed expression.

Isaac would definitely deal with her later. Camila knew what kind of person he was.

"No problem," said Camila. After saying that, she wiped her mouth with a tissue in an elegant manner. Then, she said to Isaac, "I am done eating. It's time to go home."

She wanted to leave the restaurant alone, hoping that she would escape from the aftermath of what she had said recklessly. As she walked past the two, she felt her wrist grabbed by Isaac. Before she could react, she was already in Isaac's arms. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

He Lowered his head and said into her ears, “What's the rush? Why don't you wait for me?"

Camila felt her throat get dry just by Listening to his husky voice. She couldn't even say a word and just took a deep breath while closing her eyes.

Isaac held Camila with one hand, while his other hand took out the wallet and handed the bill to the waiter. When everything was settled, Isaac pulled Camila by her waist and left the restaurant.

After getting inside the car, he fastened the seat belt for Camila. His gesture was so gentle in doing so.

Despite his gentlemanly manners, Camila's whole body went stiff.

What was this man thinking about?

Why was he so creepy?

She thought for a while and decided to apologize first. She said, "Uh... I did say those things about you. But at that time, I just wanted to drive away troublesome people from you. Only in this way can Marlowe give up and won't pester you anymore."

“Okay." Isaac only gave a short reply. When he answered, he didn't even look at Camila. Then, he asked, "Do I have to thank you?"

“Haha!" Camila let out a dry laugh. With a wry smile, she continued, “Don't misunderstand that I'm slandering you on purpose, and you don't need to thank me."

"No. I must thank you." This time, Isaac Looked into Camila's eyes as he spoke.

Under his gaze, Camila got even more scared than before. She couldn't say anything back and didn't dare to move.

She had a bad feeling! Sure enough, her hunch quickly came true!

Isaac drove Camila back to the villa. To Camila's surprise, he didn't say anything else. Nor did he show any signs of anger. He just wore a calm expression as he walked into the villa.

In fact, he was not only calm, but he was also treating her gently. His manners were so nice to the point that Camila even thought he was a gentleman.

But of course, that thought didn't last long. After all, Camila knew Isaac better than anyone else, and she started feeling uncomfortable after a few seconds. She initially wanted to endure till the morning came, but she was having a hard time coping with it.

In the end, she reluctantly opened her mouth and said, “Are you going to get even with me afterwards?"