Camila covered her lips with her palm.

She was on the verge of vomiting.

Her cheeks were as red as cherries. "Men are all bad," she mumbled.

It had been days since Isaac left, but he hadn‘t called her yet.

Why hadn't he contacted her? Had he forgotten about her?

"Yes. Men are all bad." Drunk, Laura continued to blabber.

She downed another glass of wine.

Camila could not take it any Longer. Her gut churned, and her whole body burned. "I feel terrible."

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

Camila lifted her head, disoriented.

A towering figure seemed to be standing at the doorway.

It was a Little familiar. Who was that?

“What's caught your eye?" Jaylen didn't know what to do.

“You're so inebriated that you don't even recognize me, right?" he Lamented.

Upon hearing Jaylen's voice, Camila was upset and retorted, "Could you stop talking please? I mistook you for Isaac."

Jaylen was rendered speechless.

“What?! Why are you telling me to shut up? Did you really take me for Isaac?" Jaylen seethed, rolling his eyes at her. He persisted, "We Look nothing Like each other!"

Camila brazenly quipped, “Yes, you're not as good-looking as him..." Jaylen was Left dumbfounded once again.

“Camila, regardless of how exceptional he may be, I'm the one taking care of you right now. So can you stop bringing up Isaac?" he implored.

“But he's my husband. Why am I not allowed to mention him? I miss him. I can say whatever I want," Camila slurred, emboldened by her drunken state.

At this moment, she found it easy to express herself in a way she wouldn't ordinarily.

Jaylen was left utterly speechless this time.

How could she say something like that?

“You can go flaunt your love at home," Jaylen sneered.

She was always bringing up Isaac.