Melissa hastily declined, âNo, Iâll manage.
Thereâs no need to trouble you.
I can take a taxi.
â
Marcus scoffed.
âYou donât have any cash with you.
How do you intend to hail a taxi? With your charm?â
Rarely did he adopt a brusque tone.
Melissa found herself at a loss for how to respond.
As she hesitated, he proceeded to shed his bathrobe, retrieving the clothes at the foot of the bed and dressing himself.
Melissaâs gaze fell upon his physique, revealing a commendable figure.
His body emanated health and vitality.
Exuding robust masculinity, every inch of skin and muscle appeared flawless, rendering her hesitant to meet his gaze directly.
She left in a hurry.
After a brief interval, Marcus emerged, holding a jacket.
Nonchalantly, he tossed it over her, enveloping her in its warmth.
The jacket provided Melissa with considerable warmth.
However, she hesitated, rejecting it with, âIt might become soiled as well.
â
Disregarding her concerns, Marcus asserted, âA simple wash will restore its cleanliness.
Moreover, this jacket seems a bit snug for me.
You keep it.
You can wear it to keep you warm during evening overtime.
â
Inside the elevator, he observed her wrapped in his jacket.
Her petite frame portrayed an image of fragility and vulnerability.
A peculiar sensation overcame him once more.
Gazing at the descending red number on the elevator wall, he murmured, âI possess numerous unworn clothes.
I can share them with you.
â
His duplicity was not lost on Melissa.
She remained silent, lowering her head.
His unwarranted kindness left her hesitant to embrace it fully.
Seated in the car, Marcus activated the heating.
Melissa experienced a notable improvement in her comfort.
Out of consideration for his carâs cleanliness, she gingerly placed a tissue on the seat.
With his attention on the road, Marcus nonchalantly remarked, âEver heard of a place called the car wash?â
A faint blush tinted Melissaâs cheeks.