"Mila?" A familiar voice called out, causing Camila to freeze in her tracks. It was Forrest. One of his clients happened to be at the same hotel, so he was there too. He was now on his way out and happened to catch sight of her as she entered.

Upon seeing him, a nervous expression flickered across Camila's face.

"You... Why are you here?"

"I'm here to..."

But before he could finish his sentence, his eyes fell upon Laura, her pregnant form supported by the careful grip of another man's arm!

His expression suddenly changed!

Camila hurriedly reached out and took hold of Forrest's arm. “Don't act recklessly. Laura is happy and peaceful now. I won't let you disturb her calm life," Camila whispered urgently.

Forrest lowered his voice, looking at Camila. "Mila, you didn't lie to me. She's married."

Camila held onto his arm, pleading with him. “Please, I'm begging you."

Forrest glanced at her, then chuckled, his voice dripping with sarcasm, gradually rising.

Perhaps he was mocking himself.

How could he be so naive!

"Don't worry. I won't disrupt her joy." He then calmed down as he added, “Let me go."

With doubts swirling in her mind, Camila hesitated to release him.

“Forrest.”

“Why don't you trust me, Mila?" he asked with a smile.

Camila slowly released her grip.

Forrest lifted his gaze, settling it on Laura's face.

She remained still.

Her body felt incredibly heavy, like it was made of solid lead, weighing a thousand pounds!