Unfortunately, it was too late. Isaac grabbed her by her waist and pulled Camila close to him. Their bodies were pressed against each other so tightly that they could feel each other's warmth radiating on their skin.

They were so close to each other that Camila felt like she was suffocating.

“Let go of me. Your clothes are newly ironed. Don't wrinkle them," she told him.

Isaac ignored her and shook his head. "No."

At this time, Camila didn't know what else to say.