Isaac paused, then turned around to face her.

Camila tried hard to hold back her tears, and Isaac noticed it.

At first, he was stunned. But then he asked in a calm tone, “Are you aggrieved?"

Wiping her face, Camila shook her head. "No, I didn't."

“Okay." Isaac turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Beginning to feel pissed off due to his indifference, Camila clenched her fists.

Then she rushed to stop him. "You still don't believe me, do you? Okay, I'LL go out and cuckold you now!" she growled at Isaac.

The latter quickly grabbed her wrist.

With a sneer, he said, "Cuckold me?"

Camila struggled to get away from him. "You don't trust me, so I'll just do it, lest you get angry because of nothing..."

In one swift move, Isaac pulled her into his arms. And then he pinched her chin with one hand, almost making Camila cry in pain.

She pushed him even harder. "Let go of me..."

Isaac leaned over and kissed her to stop her from talking.

The kiss was passionate, rough, and possessive.

Unable to bear it, Camila struggled to stand up.

She felt nothing but pain.

It hurt so bad.

Isaac scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Camila was in his arms.

“Are you still angry?" she asked quietly.

“It all depends on your performance."

He then placed her on the bed.

Camila's back touched the soft bed.

Her hair was unkempt, and she seemed frail.

There were bite marks on her red Lips.