Instead, he motioned for the waiter to leave and gently shut the door behind him.

Approaching Laura, he guided her to the sofa, helping her settle in.

In a calm voice, he said, “What's the use in tossing it away?"

Understanding the situation, Morrison continued, “These used to be your favorites, right? He had them sent here to provoke me up. I don't know what you used to enjoy, but what's the point? Tastes change, just like we do. What mattered then doesn't now."

Laura gazed at him.

"If you've moved on, deal with it calmly," Morrison said, squeezing her hand. "I don't want him getting to you. Can you see where I'm coming from?"

For a while, Laura remained silent.

Morrison was right.

If she truly didn't care, there would be no need for this anger.

Absolutely, no need.

Forrest was no longer the one affecting her emotions.

She leaned into Morrison's embrace.

"Thank you."

Morrison didn't scold her. Instead, he comforted her.

And in that moment, clarity washed over her.

"Feeling hungry?" Morrison offered, holding the plate out. "Grab some before it cools down."

"I used to love these in college, but not so much now,"

Laura said. Maybe it was the pregnancy making her crave stronger flavors.

Most pregnant women went for light meals. But she had a thing for sour and spicy stuff.

But the doctor warned against too much spice, warning it might affect the baby's skin color.