Walking in, Camila insisted, "Tell me what you wanted to say earlier."

“Forget it. It was nothing," Forrest replied calmly.

Camila shot him a glare.

Pouring a glass of water for her, Forrest chuckled. "Alright. Calm down. You're still injured."

Taking the water, Camila walked toward the couch and sat by the window. “Okay, then spill."

Forrest leaned against the closed door and explained, “Essentially, what you said earlier was liking someone is different from loving them. Is that right?"

"Uh-huh," Camila said with a nod.

“Okay. So, when you and Isaac had started dating, which of the two did he feel about you at that time?" Forrest fixed his gaze on her as he asked.

Looking up, Camila met his eyes with a raised brow.

"Is that it? That was what you wanted to say?" she asked, perplexed.

Forrest casually nodded.

He was there when Camila and Isaac had just started dating.

But only Camila could know what Isaac truly felt for her at that time.

Was he presumptuous or restrained? Was it attraction or love that had drawn him to her?

It wasn't that Forrest wanted to drive a wedge between the couple.

He simply wanted to point out the facts and use them as examples to prove his point.

At the beginning of their relationship, Isaac was unbridled in his pursuit to win Camila's heart.

If the saying was put into perspective, then what Isaac felt toward Camila was simply like or attraction, not love.

Because if it were love, Isaac would have exerted more restraint.

Camilla fell silent. After a moment, she looked at him and walked over without breaking eye contact.