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Chapter 500
Isaac.
How could she have feelings for the man who had indirectly killed her child? It was simply unheard of!
She shook her head hard, trying to push Isaac out of her mind, but his handsface kept resurfacing.
It seemed that the more she tried to forget about him, the more she thought about him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe scenes of them together kept playing in her head Like a movie.
“By the way, Mr. Johnston is already home. He went upstairs just now. Didn’t he look for you?” Glenda asked suddenly. Camila was going upstairs when Glenda said this. She abruptly stopped in her tracks and looked back at Glenda. “Isaac is back?”
Glenda nodded.
Camila becabsent-minded. She climbed the stairs hesitantly, wondering if she should approach Isaac.
In the end, impulse triumphed over reason and she walked towards Isaac’s room.
The door was slightly ajar. She gently pushed it open and was instantly dazzled by the bright Lights inside the room. Squinting, her eyes slowly adapted to the blinding lights, and she saw Isaac standing in middle of the room.
Angela’s Library
He seemed to be looking at something. When Camila’s eyes fully adjusted, she saw clearly that Isaac was staring at the painting- the painting he had won at Jaylen’s art auction!
She walked in and asked softly, “Why on earth were you willing to spend so much money on this painting Isaac had heard her open the door, but he didn’t turn around to look at her.
His eyes remained fixed on the painting.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPerhaps only when she was asleep would she look as quiet and tranquil as she did in the painting...
“Because it’s a painting of you,” he said softly.
Camila’s heart skipped a beat. His words were simple and brief, but they were enough to envelop her heart in warmth. At this moment, even she had to admit that she Loved this man.
Without thinking, she walked over and hugged his waist from behind. Maybe it was because he looked so lonely just now, or maybe it was because she was finally willing to confess her love to him.
Whatever the case, she did it. She hugged him tightly.
Even she thought it was strange of her to do so.