Chapter 45

Hearing this, Camila froze. She stared at Isaac and immediately denied it. “I did not!”

Isaac rolled his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t believe her. “Is that so?” Suddenly, he took a step towards her

When he got close, she could clearly feel his domineering aura, pressing down on and suffocating her relentlessly

Without thinking, she instinctively stretched out her hands to stop him.

Her soft palms touched Isaac's chest, making Isaac shiver involuntarily. He slowly lowered his eyes and saw her hands, pressed

against his chest.

The shape of her hands was beautiful. She had slender fingers and smooth skin, which added to her charm.

Her touch was like an electric shock, coursing through his veins, making his heart race in his chest.

Isaac felt inexplicably restless. Gritting his teeth, he blamed this feeling on this woman who was deliberately flirting with him.

He moved closer to her and asked in a low voice, “You’re so horny that you dared seduce me?”

Camila’s blood ran cold.

“How dare you say such a thing? Shame on you!” “Shame on me? Weren’t you the one who touched me first?” he asked with a

dangerous smile. Only then did she realize that her hands were resting on his chest. She could feel his warmth on her fingertips,

and his defined muscles felt solid to the touch.

Horrified, she immediately withdrew her hands, but she could still feel his lingering warmth in her palms.

Staring at her hands, she felt so at a loss that she didn’t even know where to Look.

How embarrassing!

After gathering her bearings, she cleared her dry throat and tried to explain.

“| didn’t mean it.”

Her sweet scent was tempting.

It was enough to excite anyone who got close to her.

Isaac was no exception, but he managed to restrain himself. Without betraying any emotions, he straightened up slowly and

readjusted the belt on his robe. “I’m hungry,” he said out of the blue.

Camila was stunned. What was that supposed to mean?

Isaac Looked at her intently. Seeing that she remained motionless, he figured that she was unwilling to cook for him. Frowning

tightly, he sneered, “I don’t care how reluctant you are. You’re my wife now. You need to do whatever | ask you to do!”

Camila winced. His words were like a knife stabbing at her heart.

But he wasn’t wrong.

In the end, she got off the sofa and went to the kitchen.

After all, she hadn’t had dinner yet, so she was also a little hungry. Fortunately, Glenda had already prepared some food. Camila

heated it up in the microwave and soon served it on the table.