Mistaken Marriage, Unexpected Love

As soon as Camila sat down, the door to the private room was pushed open.

Camila raised her head and saw Willie. Behind him was a tall, familiar figure.

The moment Isaac stepped inside the room, Camila’s jaw dropped and her whole body went stiff.

Harrell stood up and greeted Isaac respectfully. “Mr. Johnston.” Isaac’s eyes swept past Harrell and landed on Camila, who was behind him.

He had never seen this woman wear makeup since they met. She always wore conservative clothes, and she never wore anything attention-seeking.

Yet now, she wore light makeup and a bright red dress. The halter neck accentuated her slender shoulders, making her look even more charming.

Noticing that Camila didn’t move, Harrell pulled her and whispered, “Stand up and greet him properly. This is Mr. Johnston.”

Camila’s arm, Isaac’s expression darkened. If he wasn’t a rational-thinking man, he might’ve rushed over and pulled Camila over on the

body-hugging dress perfectly showed off

a rose in full

blinked. An unknown emotion stirred in the depths of his heart. Camila was so nervous that her mind went

agreed to

asked Camila to pull out a chair for their esteemed guest. Camila broke out in a cold sweat, and her palms felt clammy. Why was she so

humiliated her countless times, or because

might be, Camila

to pretend not to know Isaac. She quietly pulled out a chair for him

suddenly grabbed her hand. It was normal for beautiful girls

the one asking for help would offer a woman to

woman was “sacrificed” for them to get what