Laura's frown deepened, at a loss for words.

His desire to have her constantly at his side was audacious.

She refused to yield.

That would only encourage him further.

"And what if I insist on finding a job on my own?" she challenged, her voice firm, as if he was not allowed to deny her.

Forrest was momentarily taken aback.

He didn't dare to push her so hard. "You can look for a job, but..."

"I'll accept no job from you. Otherwise, we may find ourselves in conflict," she interrupted.

Silent for a moment, Forrest finally asked, "How do you plan to oppose me? You disregard yourself, but what of the couple who saved you? Should you harm yourself or die, I'll not spare them either..."

“Clap!" Laura's anger boiled over, and she slapped Forrest, leaving a clear imprint on his face.

"It doesn't hurt, and even if it did, I deserve it," Forrest said calmly, reaching to embrace her.

Laura only believed he was a crazy person.

She pushed him away, revulsion in her voice. "Don't touch me. You make me sick."

Though Forrest could endure her dissatisfaction, her revulsion saddened him.

His voice lowered, and he asked, “Am I truly so disgusting to you?"

"Yes," Laura replied, unflinchingly.

After a long, heavy silence, Forrest turned and left.

But Laura was unconcerned. She just wished for him to be gone, to have a moment alone.

Forrest, driving aimlessly, decided to seek out Alick.

But Alick had no time for him.