Melissa struggled to comprehend the discussions but found solace in them as a lullaby.
Despite her desire to keep Marcus company, fatigue set in after half an hour, prompting her to gently close her eyes.
Marcus rose, draping a blanket over her, and lingered, studying her sleeping face.
Upon Marcusâ return to the meeting, Waylen cleared his throat and inquired, âWhere were you, Marcus?â
Marcus replied earnestly, âMelissa is sleeping.
I covered her with a blanket.
â
âAh, yes.
She shouldnât catch a cold.
â
The father and son then engaged in a five-minute discussion all about Melissa.
Others were now aware that the girl in Marcusâ study was his girlfriend, one that his family had approved.
Despite receiving congratulatory remarks, Waylen remained modest, remarking, âI have nothing to be ecstatic about.
At his age, he should have tied the knot long ago.
Look at the Green familyâs son.
Heâs two years younger than Marcus and already has a son and a daughter.
â
âDad, Iâll do my utmost,â Marcus affirmed in a serious tone.
Satisfied, Waylen exited the video conference.
Several hours later, Marcus concluded the meeting.
Walking over to the sofa, he gently caressed Melissaâs face, waking her.
âFeeling hungry? How about something to eat?â
Almost instinctively, Melissa offered, âShall I whip up something for you?â
Marcus affectionately touched her head and remarked, âYou silly girl, weâre in a hotel.
Do you think itâs our apartment?â
Cradling her in his arms, he transported her back to the bedroom.
Subsequently, he summoned room service, ordering two bowls of noodles Midway through their noodles, he abruptly looked up and announced, âThereâs an issue with a company merger case.
I have to return tomorrow, Melissa.
.
Melissa nibbled on the noodles, her gaze lowered.
After a moment, she softly uttered, âIâll accompany you back.
â
Following Melissaâs statement, a period of silence ensued between the two of them.
After a lengthy pause, Marcus playfully pinched her cheek, grinning, âDig into those noodles; theyâre getting soggy.
â
Melissa bowed her head, nibbling on the noodles in small, measured bites.
However, the man who urged her to eat noodles fixed a prolonged gaze on her countenance.
Once they had finished their meal, Melissa inquired about Marcusâ scheduled for the flight following day.