âYouâre as stubborn as ever.
â
Through teary eyes and trembling lips, Melissa retorted defiantly, âMr.
Fowler, youâre no better.
â
Marcus fixed his gaze on her.
Men and women often differed in their approaches to situations.
While men might appear rational, they could also be prone to impulsivity.
For instance, although Marcus should have been addressing the matter of Matthew and his future custody, all he could think about in that moment was holding the woman in his arms, ki*sing her passionately, and indulging in potentially more intimate actions.
Tenderly tracing her lips, he murmured huskily, âIâve missed you terribly all these years.
â
Melissa, being experienced, comprehended the depth of Marcusâ intentions.
His words didnât merely convey longing; they also hinted at the primal desire between men and women.
Her anger flared, prompting her to avert her gaze.
âIs this the reason for summoning me here?â
Recognizing her genuine anger, Marcus realized he couldnât persist, yet he couldnât resist murmuring in her ear, âI yearn for it so deeply.
Will you indulge me?â
They were both adults and had engaged in it numerous times.
Yet his desire remained unquenched.
However, Melissa couldnât shake Violette out of her mind.
Knowing Violette had declared herself Marcusâ girlfriend, Melissa felt a twinge of revulsion at his sudden advances.
Meeting his gaze, Melissa inquired calmly, âIsnât Violette enough for you? Whatâs with your sudden lust?â
Marcus queried with a gentle smile, âFeeling jealous?â
He released Melissa.
He rose from the bed, expecting Melissa to follow suit.
Despite their intimate interaction, both remained fully clothed, having maintained their neat appearance throughout.
As Melissa straightened her silk stockings, her hands trembled.
Marcusâ gaze remained fixed.
Once she finished, he suggested, âLetâs dine first.
Iâve prepared a spread of your favorite dishes.
â
Without hesitation, Melissa declined, âI have no appetite.
Letâs discuss matters thatâs really important here, and then Iâll take my leave.
â
Leaving the room to get her handbag, she retrieved a banknote containing half a million dollars.
Marcus had entrusted it to Julie earlier.
Glancing at the bankbook that had been handed to him, Marcus flipped through its pages before querying, âWhat? I canât even spend some money on my own son? In that case, Iâll take him to the Fowlersâ house and raise him myself.
â
Clenching her fists, Melissa demanded, âMarcus, what do you want from me?â