Simultaneously, Camila felt a surge of anger

“I tripped over the table leg! He was only helping me," she explained hastily.

Internally, she was cursing Jaylen for sending such a photo to Isaac. Was he mad?

He was clearly trying to create trouble for her!

“I had too much to drink Last night.. events.

“ Camila continued to recount the

Without warning, Isaac rose from the bed.

“Isaac...” “I am going to get to the bottom of this."

With this, he flung off his robe, revealing his sculpted physique. His broad shoulders, narrow and muscular waist and taut form were reminiscent of a masterpiece crafted by God himself.

He donned his shirt and remained silent, with his back turned to Camila.

She thought that if he had yelled at her, it might have been easier to bear but his silence spoke volumes.

It conveyed that he was deeply upset and cared about the situation immensely.

He was clearly livid.

Pursing her Lips, Camila attempted to explain herself.

She hadn't expected that he would return the night before when she got drunk.

“You never reached out to me after you left. Do you know how much I've been hurt?" She gazed at his back and spoke each word deliberately. Isaac inquired, "Did you try to call me?"

Isaac sounded upset, too.

She was left speechless.

He had a point. She hadn't tried to contact him.

She tried to explain, “I'm sorry, I've been really busy lately and..

“I know you're busy, Camila. You don't have to keep reminding me, Isaac interrupted, clearly frustrated.

At this, he exited the room.

Isaac felt hurt and betrayed by Camila's past comments, where she accused him of only caring about power and money and that she didn't care about him when she was busy with work.

What did she take him for?

Isaac wondered why Camila had such a low opinion of him and why she always had to make a point of emphasizing how busy she was.