When he passed by Camila's room, he stopped and raised his hand to knock on the door. But just as his knuckle was about to touch the smooth wood, his hand suddenly dropped to his side Limply, and he silently retired to his room.

Inside her room, Camila stared at the open book in her hand, but she couldn't focus on reading.

She felt very irritable.

And she didn't know why. Putting down the book angrily, she ran downstairs in her slippers.

Glenda seldom saw Camila so impatient. Obviously, she was in a bad mood today.

“Mrs. Johnston, what's the matter? You look so absent-minded, and you haven't eaten anything today."

Camila ran her fingers through her hair in distress. "Really?"

Glenda smiled knowingly. "Yes. Is it because Mr. Johnston wasn't here? Is that why you refused to eat?"

Flustered, Camila's face turned red.

“What? N-no, of course not. Why would I starve myself for him?" Camila denied it vehemently, thinking Glenda was being ridiculous!

Glenda, on the other hand, smiled at her cheekily. "Well, if you say so."

Camila paused.

Was it really because of Isaac that she was so restless today?

How could he affect her mood Like this?

No!

No way.

She refused to admit it.

But Glenda was right. She really was so restless today because of

Isaac.

How could she have feelings for the man who had indirectly killed her child? It was simply unheard of!

She shook her head hard, trying to push Isaac out of her mind, but his handsome face kept resurfacing.

It seemed that the more she tried to forget about him, the more she thought about him.

The scenes of them together kept playing in her head Like a movie.

“By the way, Mr. Johnston is already home. He went upstairs just now. Didn't he look for you?" Glenda asked suddenly.

Camila was going upstairs when Glenda said this. She abruptly stopped in her tracks and looked back at Glenda.