The perplexity lingered as she questioned why someone of his stature insisted on visiting and why he paid no mind to their differing worlds.
Quietly, her eyes welled with redness.
âYou seem surprised?â he inquired as Melissa struggled to grasp the unexpected situation.
Wearing a condescending expression, Marcus quipped, âNeed your boss to fetch you some water?â
Shaking her head, Melissa replied, âOf course not, Mr.
Fowler.
Besides, you donât have to be so considerate.
â
âIâm just concerned there wonât be anyone to cook for me,â Marcus retorted, his tone more amiable.
Despite his duplicitous nature, he poured her a glass of water and urged, âTake the medicine.
â
While Marcus enjoyed teasing her under normal circumstances, he felt a responsibility to care for her in sickness.
Despite the small and aged surroundings, Melissa maintained her self-esteem.
As she silently took the medicine, her eyes grew even redder.
When she looked up, Marcus revealed two takeout boxes, evidently delivered from a five-star hotel.
The question lingered-Was he planning to have dinner here?
Observing her trance, Marcus lifted his chin and remarked, âArenât you hungry? I am.
â
Finally snapping out of her reverie, Melissa hastily pulled a chair for him and wiped the table.
A sudden wave of embarrassment washed over her.
Silently, Marcus observed her, his eyes bearing a gentle expression.
Melissa settled into her seat, took a bite, and spoke up softly.
âDonât trouble yourself.
Besides, this place is not suitable for someone of your taste and distinction.
â
Marcus continued to gaze at her, his expression unwavering.
Her heart raced unexpectedly, leaving her almost bewildered as she gazed at him.
Out of the blue, Marcus drew near.
Gently, he ki*sed her crimson lips and uttered in a husky, seductive tone, âIf you donât feel like eating, we can find something else to do.
â
Melissa found herself almost paralyzed, unable to move.