Mistaken Marriage, Unexpected Love

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?

she maintained the coquettish

with a napkin. “If you don’t

take me to the hospital.” Camila immediately put out her

what she

is quite vindictive, he

actually kind of liked

and bowed

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

went out to meet Isaac at the door. His

Isaac was no exception. He didn’t mind taking commercial vehicles, like

limited-edition Luxury cars parked in the