Nonetheless, Laura remained uncharacteristically solemn.

She articulated deliberately, "I've never acted on impulse. Each choice I've made was meticulously considered, including marrying you."

She believed she maintained sufficient composure.

“I was only joking. Are you upset?" Morrison inquired, adopting a serious demeanor as well.

Laura acknowledged with a nod. She hurriedly embraced Morrison, saying, “Don't joke about that."

Morrison assured her he wouldn't repeat it.

Laura kissed him and murmured, “You don't understand..."

She was fond of him.

At least she felt that way now.

Initially, she merely perceived him as pleasant.

She believed she could rely on him for a lifetime.

With time, she discovered his benevolence, empathy, and tenderness.

All of this deeply touched her.

Morrison embraced her waist.

"I prepared some soup. Do you want it?" he inquired softly, patting her gently.

Laura shook her head and glanced up. "I want you."

Before Morrison could respond, she kissed his neck.

To be precise, it was more of a bite than a kiss.

Morrison winced. "You'll leave marks on me..."

He inhaled sharply.