Melissa knew he did it on purpose.
Unfazed, she took a sip of her own.
Marcus, observing her, remarked, âItâs been a few years.
I thought youâd become more accustomed to drinking.
Why only just one sip? Are you feeling unsafe?â
Melissa shifted slightly, contemplating the glass in her hand.
She smiled.
âHow could your car be unsafe, Mr.
Fowler? You must be joking.
â
Marcus remained silent.
Violette sensed a subtle shift in the atmosphere between them.
Was it because they hadnât been getting along well at work? Why did tension always arise whenever Marcus and Melissa crossed paths? But based on Violetteâs understanding of Marcus, he wasnât the type to impose himself on others.
If he truly harbored animosity toward Melissa, why would he agree to offer her a ride home?
It must be for Albertâs sake.
The atmosphere in the car grew awkward, with silence prevailing.
Fortunately, they reached Melissaâs destination swiftly.
Melissa stepped out of the car gracefully, leaning against the door with a smile.
âThank you, Mr.
Fowler.
â
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Marcus met her gaze, his eyes brimming with intense emotions.
Glancing around, he smirked.
âYou certainly know how to pick a location.
Itâs well-connected, easy to find a taxi.
â
Melissa understood his implication, blinking innocently.
âThanks, Mr.
Fowler.
Iâll leave you and Miss Finch alone then.
Good night.
â
Before Marcus could respond, Melissa closed the door.
However, as soon as Melissa closed the door and turned away, she felt a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over her, and her heart ached with an inexplicable heaviness.
Melissaâs encounters with Marcus in Duefron seemed inevitable.
Despite being aware of his relationship status, she couldnât shake off the weariness of constantly dealing with him.
Three years had passed, and while she had moved on, it seemed Marcus hadnât.
His evident hostility and disdain lingered.
Under the neon lights, Melissa blinked.
It was hard to determine who was at fault at this point.
Neither of them could be blamed.
Her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts and a childish voice echoed through the line.
âMommy, when are you coming back? Julie and I have been waiting.
The cake is almost melted.
â
With a tender smile, Melissa assured, âIâll be home soon.
â
After hanging up the phone, Melissa hailed a taxi.