With a suitcase in hand, Laura left with Forrest.

She'd left for a single day, but Forrest managed to threaten her in a despicable way again. She was fuming with anger.

Storming off the car, she returned to her room and tossed her bag on the bed.

The frustration boiled inside her.

Right at that moment, Forrest walked in. "You must be hungry. Let me find you something delicious to eat."

Laura found it ridiculous. "Keeping me around will only hasten your death. Next time, I won't just play with fire or use laxatives. I'll go straight for the kill!"

Forrest smiled, declaring, "I owe you my life. Should you wish to kill me, I would deserve it. I can even provide a written guarantee that my death will not be tied to you."

He seemed unconcerned by Laura's evident fury.

With a disdainful snort, Laura snapped, "Hypocrite."

Forrest shrugged, responding, “It doesn't matter to me."

He appeared completely cheeky, unfazed by Laura's words, fully aware of the negative impression he had left on her.

He understood that obsessing over his image would only drive her further away.

He had lost her once, and he was determined not to lose her again.

He would do whatever it took to keep her by his side.

Laura's irritation with him grew, and she left the room, only to be followed by Forrest who inquired, "Where are you going?"

Turning to face him, Laura said, "I need to find a job."

“I can provide you with money, or perhaps a job within my company.

Maybe as my private secretary? Or personal assistant?" he offered, smiling.

He was completely serious, his smile genuine.

The thought of Laura working elsewhere was not an option for him.