Looking at Dave's expression, could it be that he was afraid she might take her own life?
To be honest, she did have a fleeting thought about it earlier, when his words had stung her deeply. But after calming herself, she knew that dying was the weakest way out, and she would never resort to that.
Still, if pretending to harbor such thoughts could make him agree to a divorce, she didn't mind putting on a show.
So, she took a step back, her face showing despair, and turned to pick up the knife he had thrown aside.
"What are you doing?"
Dave shouted, lunging forward to grab her and pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest.
Laurent didn't struggle or say a word. She simply stood there, staring at him with an unnervingly calm expression. Her once-clear eyes now reflected a boundless emptiness.
Dave's jaw tightened as he pressed his lips together in a stern line, his gaze cold and angry as he stared at her.