Unaware of Marcusâ thoughts, the servant rubbed her hands, set the dish on the table, and quietly departed.
Removing his coat, Marcus seated himself at the table.
His gaze lingered on the Lamb chop.
Surprisingly surpassing Melissaâs culinary skills, yet his appetite remained absent.
Retrieving his phone, Marcus dialed a number in silence.
Unfortunately, Melissaâs phone persisted in its powered-off state.
Marcus angrily tossed his phone onto the table and abstained from eating anything.
A week passed, and still, he couldnât locate her.
After taking a shower, he found himself in the guest room, where their last intimate encounter had transpired.
Typically, their encounters didnât unfold in the guest room.
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That night, there were signs of his displeasure, but Melissa didnât pick up on them.
Despite feeling hurt during their intimate encounter, she made an effort to please him and ensure his comfort.
A bitter smile played on Marcusâ lips.
Leaning against the bedâs headboard, Marcus caressed the pillow, detecting a lingering trace of her scent.
Resting on the bedside table, beneath the ring-containing box, lay a receipt left by Melissa at the pharmacy.
It documented her purchase of morning-after pills, and as per the clerk, she even consumed one within the store.
Did she harbor resentment as she ingested the contraceptive?
The desire to discuss the Smith family lingered within her, yet he failed to provide the opportunity.
Her departure likely stemmed from disappointment in him.
Ultimately, he found himself abandoned in their relationship.
Melissa had severed her ties with him.
During the nocturnal hours, Marcus found himself immersed in a dream while reclined on the bed.
The dream unfolded with Melissaâs return.
He dreamt about events that had occurred in the past.
âMelissa,â he murmured, a plea escaping his lips in the dream.
He awoke with a sense of joy, but the room remained silent.
Early summer nights were characterized by the chirping of insects outside and the hum of the air conditioner.
The following day, Marcus skipped going to the company.
Instead, he drove for five hours to Warsew and met with the owner of the breakfast shop where Melissa had once worked.
Opting against inquiries, he simply left behind Duefronâs specialties as a gesture.