âThen stop pestering me.
â
Her eyes turned watery as she spat out, âPeople from a privileged background like yours will never understand how hard life is for others.
You will only ever notice your difficulties.
What about others? Does someone elseâs pride and pain have no importance?â
Melissa couldnât stand to look at him anymore.
She whirled around and was about to leave, but his arms wrapped around her from behind.
Since they had been outside for a while, he was also cold, but he warmed up after a few moments.
Melissa gruffly demanded, âLet go of me.
What are you doing? No matter what you offer me, I wonât be the other woman in your relationship.
â
Marcus whispered into her ear, âBut you made me the other man three years ago.
â
Melissa kicked him angrily.
That was not her intention.
That night at her place, things just happened and they had hugged and ki*sed.
He even touched her.
She didnât mean any of that.
She didnât even want to like him.
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As these visions flashed through her mind, her body sagged, and her spirits fell.
Noticing her changed mood, Marcus didnât push her anymore.
He just tightened his arms around her, pressed his thin lips against her ear, and whispered, âMelissa, after you left, I searched for you.
â
Melissa was still desolate.
She was aware that he had searched for her, but so what? His hurtful words had shattered the last of her feelings and hopes.
He hadnât bothered to listen to her, and had called her worthless⦠He was the one who showed her the drastic difference between when he liked her and when he didnât.
She suddenly snapped back to her senses.
Melissa, why are you still wallowing in his arms? Have you forgotten the condition in which you left him? Have you forgotten how you swallowed the morning-after pill, leaving your self-respect on the floor? Donât you remember how he tossed the check at you? Do you forget that he has a girlfriend now? How can you still hold on to any hope when it comes to this man? How can you still allow yourself to be seduced by him? If nothing else, think of all the years youâve spent uprooted.
She thought to herself.
Melissa gently grabbed his slender fingers and unwrapped his arms from around her waist little by little.
She remarked, âMr.
Fowler, please behave yourself.
â
Amidst the heavy silence that followed, he offered in a subdued tone, âYour phoneâs broken.
Let me call a cab for you.
â
It was then Melissa remembered her phone was still with Marcus.
She asked it back because it held photos of Matthew.
The realization that she had left her phone with him for so long gave her shivers.
Marcus, noticing her anxious look, understood her silent plea.
Handing back the phone, he casually remarked, âWorking with Albert pays well, doesnât it? Ever thought about getting a car?â