Morrison averted his gaze, murmuring, "Nothing."

Laura didn't buy it. She turned his face toward hers, demanding, “Finish what you were saying."

Morrison admitted openly, "I just want to say if that man is the child's father and you choose to give the child his surname, I won't object..."

Laura's expression chilled.

She turned and walked away, a sadness creeping over her.

Morrison followed, asking, "Are you angry?"

With her back still turned, Laura responded icily, "No."

"Don't lie to me," Morrison pressed.

Laura stayed silent, her head bowed.

Suddenly, Morrison wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her closely.

He rested his cheek against hers and pleaded, “I misspoke. Please, don't be upset.”

Laura bit her lip and turned slightly. “Morrison, I'm not heartless. I recognize how kind you've been to me. Why bring him up?"

Morrison hurried to clarify, "I didn't mean to. I just wanted to show that I respect your decisions."

He added softly, “I'm sorry..."

Before he could finish, Laura spun around and kissed him, catching him off guard.

Surprised, Morrison looked at her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening their kiss.

He cautiously held her, inhaling her subtle scent mixed with a hint of milk.

Despite his desires, Morrison restrained himself, unsure if Laura was ready.

He feared losing control, hesitant to respond too eagerly.

Their kiss lasted so long that Laura's lips began to numb, yet Morrison remained passive.