Isaac sat at the table, glanced at the breakfast spread, and asked bluntly, "What do you want?"

Camila gave him a flattering smile and said, "Eat something first. See if you like my cooking."

She had even considerately heated up a glass of milk for him.

Isaac popped a spoonful of her fried egg into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and then grimaced. "It's not as good as Glenda's."

Being criticized so ruthlessly, Camila wanted to roll her eyes at Isaac.

Didn't all fried eggs taste the same?

How could Isaac say that hers wasn't as good?

But she still needed his help, so she maintained the coquettish smile on her face. "I'll do better next time."

After breakfast, Isaac elegantly dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "If you don't tell me what you want right now, I'm leaving."

“I want you to take me to the hospital." Camila immediately put out her request.

Isaac glanced at Camila and knew what she was thinking, but he didn't expose her.

This woman is quite vindictive, he thought.

And he actually kind of liked it!

Camila stood up and bowed towards him.

“Thank you."

“You're welcome."

After tidying up for work, Camila went out to meet Isaac at the door. His car was parked outside.

Buying cars was a man's hobby, and Isaac was no exception. He didn't mind taking commercial vehicles, like the Maybach.

But there were more than ten limited-edition Luxury cars parked in the villa's underground garage.

Camila seldom saw Isaac drive those.

But today, Isaac had chosen a limited-edition Bentley.

So high profile and noble!

It could absolutely make others green with envy.

Despite the fact that Isaac had seen right through her plans, Camila smiled.

Isaac's posture was casual, and the car's spacious interior allowed the tall man to assume a comfortable position.