Mistaken Marriage, Unexpected Love

Chapter 25

Camila ended the call and turned to Debora. “I’m sorry, something urgent came up. | need to go. Let me offer you a toast with this glass of water. | wish you all the best.” She held up her glass of water toward Debora and drank it.

Isaac watched Camila gather her purse with a meaningful smirk. He waited for her to stand up and said, “What a coincidence! | have something to take care of as well. Why don’t we leave together?”

Camila paused, her eyes growing wide as saucers.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

For some unknown reason, Isaac was irked that Camila was pretending not to know him.

He was eager to see how long she could keep up the act.

As expected, all eyes turned to Camila.

They were wearing similar expressions of surprise and confusion. What a coincidence, indeed.

Something urgent had just come up for the both of them at the same time?

This time, Debora felt a prickle of unease. She was able to brush aside Isaac’s comment earlier, but what about now? She studied Isaac and Camila closely, trying to spot any tiny detail that might clue her in on what was between them. “Is something wrong, Camila?” Debora asked.

Camila was sorely tempted to tell Debora that she was actually Isaac’s wife. She would like to see how the man would explain himself then.

But the truth of the matter was that she didn’t dare. She couldn't afford to provoke the man.

She had already lost the chance to intern at the Military Central Hospital; she couldn’t risk losing anything else, especially her job.

Camila mustered an awkward smile and decided not to mention the so-called coincidence she shared with Isaac. “My grandfather wants me to come over. It looks Like something happened at home. I’m sorry, but | should really go.” Camila was hoping that they would leave things at that, but Isaac seemed hell-bent on making things difficult for her.

“Well, how about that?” he exclaimed. “My grandfather also asked me to come home. Where does your grandfather live? Let me drop you off.”

The smile on Camila’s face almost dropped. If she had been any less disciplined, she would have already smashed her glass on Isaac’s stupid face!

“Please stop joking, Mr. Johnston. I’m sure we're not headed in the same direction. | don’t want to trouble you. I'll be going now. Enjoy yourselves, everyone.” Camila turned on her heel and hightailed it out of the venue.

Debora watched her go with a frown before turning to Isaac.

“Do you know Camila?” she asked pointedly.

He had reverted to his usual aloof self, as if the one who had joked and teased Camila just now was a different person entirely. “I don’t know her,” Isaac bit out in a cold voice.

Then he abruptly stood up, his chair scraping noisily against the floor.

Debora allowed herself a sigh of relief. She had invited Isaac tonight for the sole purpose of showing off to her co-workers.