It looked funny.

In response to Forrest's silence, Annot prodded, "Mr. Walters, you won't tattle to the manager, right?"

Forrest snapped back to reality and gave a shake of his head.

“No.”

Upon hearing this, Annot made her exit, visibly relieved.

She really didn't know him.

Yet her face was a mirror image of Laura's.

It was like a trip down memory lane to his early days with Laura.

However, the two women's personalities were poles apart.

He wasn't ready to back down, so he resumed his meal at a leisurely pace.

He had spent a good couple of hours there, solitary.

After meal, he ventured out for a stroll.

The picturesque view of the sea was pleasing to the senses.

He lingered until the fall of night.

As Annot clocked out, he followed her discreetly.

Annot resided in a picturesque village, a short distance from the coastline.

Despite being a small village, the residences were modest villas.

The strategically located ones offered stunning views of the twinkling sea from the window.

A few even ran guesthouses, lending a vibrant atmosphere to the village teeming with visitors.

Annot's home occupied a prime location with a guesthouse.