Mistaken Marriage, Unexpected Love

“When will you be discharged?” Isaac asked.

Camila grimaced inwardly. Truthfully, she would rather stay in the hospital than live in the same house as him again.

“It won’t be anytime soon.”

He immediately saw through her lie. “Camila, do you really think you can escape me?”

She put on an act of ignorance and said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Whatever. Get some rest now.” Isaac got to his feet.

Camila grabbed the glass from the table and drank two sips of water from it while maintaining an air of nonchalance.

mind that he

made Isaac

was nothing he could do to her. Gritting his teeth, he snarled, “You can keep messing with me, but remember that I’m going to make you pay for doing so sooner

lurking in the corner, emerged

excused from work for a few days because she could not wrap her head around the fact that her scheme had

took a while, but she eventually pulled herself together. That day, on her way

assumed that Isaac had rethought his

thought he had come to the hospital

him a call to express her happiness, she saw him heading toward the inpatient department. She

clenched her fists

it was her that night, so why was he still

hadn’t Isaac

unable to achieve her goal, whereas Camila effortlessly