“Well, I still need Laura's help," Camila interrupted, stepping forward with a warning glance at Forrest. “Don't you have other things to do? Aren't you busy? Why are you still here?"

Forrest didn't want to make things any worse.

He smiled and said, “Alright, I'll leave you alone."

Then turning to Morrison, he said, "You're Laura's husband. You owe me dinner."

Morrison replied, "When we get the chance, I'll treat you."

"Enough." Camila nudged Forrest.

He looked at her and teased, "You seem scared."

Camila, visibly angry, snapped, "Are you going to keep this up forever?"

Forrest stopped his sarcastic remarks, glanced at Laura, then left.

Camila forced a smile, saying, "The suite's ready. Let's go!"

Once in the suite, Camila found an excuse to talk to Laura privately and they moved to the inner bedroom.

Morrison glanced at the closed bedroom door but said nothing.

His professional instinct told him that Forrest's relationship with Laura was complicated.

However, he didn't show it.

If Laura didn't bring it up, he wouldn't pursue the matter.

He'd pretend he knew nothing.

Inside the bedroom, they two women started talking.

Camila leaned in and asked Laura gently, "Are you doing okay? I just thought this hotel is nice. I wasn't expecting to run into him..."

"Mila," Laura cut in with a grin. "I'm totally fine."

Camila looked at her closely for a few moments, making sure she was really okay, then stopped asking.