Camila intended to restrain Aldrin, but she refrained.

Outside the room, Aldrin continued escorting Laura. Laura wriggled, querying, “Where are we going? Just spill it."

Suddenly, Aldrin halted and spun around to confront Laura, his eyes fixed on her, silent and intense.

Laura felt a shiver under his scrutinizing gaze. “What's gotten into you?"

"What's gotten into me?" Aldrin's eyes smoldered with anger. “Out of every three words you speak, two relate to Forrest. Your tone's so affectionate that it makes me think you're in love with him. You're not living with him for revenge at all!"