Because Laurent didn't understand French at all, she just focused on eating.
Dave knew some basic French, so his communication with Mr. Brown went smoothly. Occasionally, he acted as a translator for her.
Mrs. Brown, though quite old, still behaved like a little child in front of Mr. Brown. Sometimes she would act spoiled, cover her mouth and giggle coquettishly, or scold him playfully like a young girl.
Laurent couldn't help but feel envious.
She had once thought that this was the best kind of love, but as time passed, she had become increasingly silent in front of Dave, the man she loved, and began to doubt the truth of that idea.
Over time, she came to understand. The truth of that saying relied on the premise that the man you loved also loved you back. What she had with Dave before, that couldn't truly be called love.
Love, after all, should be mutual.