Damian shook his head; his fingers were now resting on Issabella's smooth thigh, exposed because of the rising dress when she sat. "Don't tempt me; we're in the hospital," Damian said, stroking Issabella's smooth thigh.

A knock on the door interrupted Issabella, who was about to respond and respond to Damian's caresses. She quickly stood up and adjusted her clothes. She looked towards the door of the room. From a distance, she saw a woman wearing a tight dress with a slightly protruding belly.

"Who are you?"

Issabella stared at the woman with an unreadable expression. Unlike the woman standing at the door, she scrutinized Issabella thoroughly.

"Come on, dear,"...