The store manager, sensing the shift in atmosphere, intervened with a stern glance that quelled further gossip.
He was adept at handling such situations, quickly providing refreshments like orange juice, coffee, and a fruit plate for their VIP guests.
The store was even temporarily closed to the public to ensure their privacy.
Marcus, no stranger to such deference, remained nonchalant.
Julie, however, found herself caught between amusement and concern, worried about Melissaâs
reaction to their extravagant shopping spree.
Over coffee, Marcus mentioned casually, âShe ought to be informed sooner or later.
â
His approach wasnât about keeping secrets from Melissa, rather, he aimed to establish a bond with Matthew on their terms.
Fifteen minutes later, Sylvia made her way into the store, her arrival marked by a slight complaint about Marcusâs choice of location.
However, her mood shifted instantly upon spotting Matthew, a boy bearing a striking resemblance to Marcus, at his side.
Catching her breath in surprise, Sylviaâs eyes widened.
Marcus, lounging with Matthew busily engaging with a toy on his lap, looked up as Sylvia approached.
Her voice, light and curious, broke the comfortable silence.
âWhereâs his mother?â
âWorking late,â Marcus replied with an even tone.
Matthew, picking up on the conversation about his mother, flashed Sylvia a charming smile.
âMommyâs at work,â he announced proudly.
Sylvia found herself utterly charmed by the boyâs sweet disposition.
After a moment of captivation, Sylvia remembered her mission, proceeding to handle the transaction with a mix of efficiency and warmth.
Sylvia also took a moment to caution the shop assistants discreetly.
After completing her task, she approached Matthew, squatting down to his level with evident fondness.
Matthew, unfazed by new faces, greeted her warmly.
In a hushed tone, Sylvia observed, âHe bears a striking resemblance to Melissa.
â
A soft smile graced Marcusâ lips.
The sound of Julieâs phone interrupted the moment, likely a call from Melissa.
With a touch of disappointment, Marcus gently ran his fingers through his sonâs hair.
As expected, Melissa was on her way to collect Matthew.
Julie, apologetic, informed Marcus, âI need to take Matthew now, Mr.
Fowler.
â
Though Marcus was reluctant to say goodbye, he knew the timing wasnât right.
He caressed Matthewâs cheek, whispering, âHead home with Julie.
Be a good boy.
â
Matthew, still too young to grasp the dayâs weight, simply felt the warmth of affection from those around him.
He affectionately ki*sed Marcusâ cheek in farewell.