bruptly, his laughter ceased.
Compelled by an irresistible urge, he gently tugged at her soft locks, his voice tinged with tremors.
âMelissa?â
Her face flushed with redness, as she had never engaged in such audacious behavior before.
Ultimately, Marcus yielded to the impulse and shared an intimate moment with her.
After the intimate encounter, he showed no haste in rising or taking a shower.
Cradling her with one hand, he retrieved a small velvet box from his trousers on the floor.
Upon opening it, a dazzling diamond necklace, seemingly of substantial value, was revealed.
âIs this for me?â
Melissa exclaimed joyfully, reaching for the necklace.
âWhen did you acquire it?â
Yet Marcus nonchalantly remarked, âItâs intended for Sylvia.
â
Melissaâs countenance fell.
Not due to the jewelry itself, but because her hopeful anticipation was doused by Marcus, and she suspected it was deliberate.
With a pout, she turned away, declaring, âIf itâs not meant for me, why flaunt it in front of me?â
Amusement flickered in Marcusâ eyes.
Toying with the necklace, he embraced her with one arm.
âAre you upset? Your temper flares up effortlessly.
What are you, if not a little firecracker?â
âNo, Iâm not.
â
Marcus casually set the box down.
He spun her around, pinning her beneath his body, and shamelessly whispered in her ear, âYou adore my carrot so much, and yet you claim not to be a rabbit?â
Uttering these words, his fingers traced over her.
Her form was tender and petite.
Confidence waned in Melissa, prompting her to bury her face in his arms, hesitant to emerge.
He proved mischievous.
A sense of satisfaction washed over Marcus.
In truth, he was teasing her.
It was just a casual thank-you gift for Sylvia.
Exquisite indeed, but not enough for someone as important as his little bunny.
Naturally, he had to be meticulous in selecting Melissaâs present.
Enlisting a renowned designer seemed the prudent choice.
Marcus couldnât hastily buy their engagement rings.