With his piercing gaze fixed on her, Marcus asserted, âWell, if you decline my offer, I donât mind seeking out Albert and proposing to borrow you for a few days.
I believe heâd be willing to exchange a secretary for a project worth ten billion.
â
âYou audacious bastard!â Melissa cursed.
Marcus gestured toward the sofa.
âHave a seat and watch some TV.
Iâm heading to the kitchen.
Weâve got some mutton chops, your favorite,â he announced.
He softened his tone, averting his gaze.
âTrust me, youâll enjoy it,â he assured her.
Melissa felt a pang of sadness at his words.
She sat on the sofa, unable to focus on the TV.
It all felt surreal to her.
She swiftly retrieved her mobile phone and dialed Albertâs number, simultaneously sending messages to her subordinates.
Engrossed in her tasks, she processed paperwork using her phone.
In truth, she refused to be idle, purposely avoiding thoughts of Marcus to the point of momentarily forgetting her surroundings.
Despite her efforts, memories of their past flooded back.
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Marcus poured her a glass of milk.
He then disappeared into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
The mutton chops were expertly roasted in the oven, perfectly seasoned to capture the essence of authentic French cuisine.
Alongside, an array of other dishes adorned the table, each equally enticing in appearance.
Marcus, while serving the dishes, maintained his noble and elegant demeanor.
âDinnerâs served!â He announced it loudly.
Seated at the table, Melissa glanced at her watch, which was from a famous brand but only the basic model.
Marcus glanced at her watch.
âArenât you well compensated by Albert?â
Melissa responded calmly, âItâs not about the money.
Iâm content as long as I can keep track of time.
â
Marcus served her a mutton chop, his tone gentle.
âHow have you been these past three years?â
Before Melissa could respond, he interjected with self-deprecation, âOf course, you mustâve thrived these past years.
â
Melissa replied casually, âYes, not too shabby! I donât plan on changing anything.
â
Marcusâ gaze lingered on Melissa, noting her changed appearance and enhanced allure.
Abruptly, he sneered.
âAre you afraid Iâll pester you?â
âCertainly not.
I trust someone like Mr.
Fowler wouldnât stoop to such levels.
â
âBut what if youâre mistaken? What if I simply want you back?â
Marcus paused, and then continued, âYouâre single, arenât you? Why not stay with me?â