Camila tried to relax her expression after hearing that, but she simply couldn't.

So she just dropped the smile altogether and lowered her head.

“I was wrong.”

“If you want me to buy your apology, then you need to show your sincerity. Say, for example, get the hell out of my villa?" Isaac's face remained blank, but his words were dripping with venom.

But they made sense to Camila. Perhaps to him, she was nothing more than an intruder in his home.