Gesturing to the table, Marcus replied, âIâll explain over dinner.
â
Melissa fixed him with a stare.
When she remained still, Marcus retrieved his phone and began dialing his secretary.
âTell the legal team toâ¦â
Melissa immediately stepped forward and knocked off Marcusâ phone, which tumbled onto the table with a clatter.
The phoneâs screenâs display didnât indicate an ongoing call.
Marcusâ bluff was evident, and Melissaâs face flushed with anger in response.
However, he simply smiled and tenderly brushed her nose with his slender index finger.
âIâve never seen you get angry so quickly before.
How many times have you been upset since you walked in?â
Melissa swatted his hand away, retorting, âMr.
Fowler, show some respect, please.
â
Marcus leisurely sipped his soup, and then lifted his head abruptly, chuckling.
âYou seemed quite willing when I ki*sed you earlier.
Why the sudden call for boundary now?â
Melissa grew exasperated.
Just as she prepared to depart, Marcus interjected sternly, âSit down and eat.
Weâll discuss matters after dinner.
â
After a prolonged stare, Melissa relented.
Her son was her priority, and she dared not antagonize the influential Marcus.
Marcus appeared content.
They ate in silence, but Melissa lacked appetite and soon ceased eating altogether.
Marcus observed her and remarked, âIs that all youâre having? No wonder youâre so slender.
â
Serving her a bowl of soup, he commented, âMy momâs recipe.
Itâs beneficial for women.
â
Frustrated by his oscillating behavior and apparent attempt at control, she exploded, âMarcus, whatâs your game here? I just gave birth to our child.
Big deal! If it werenât for the pill mishap, we wouldnât be in this situation.
By the time I discovered it, the baby was four months along.
Do you even know what that means? I could feel the baby move!â
Marcus delicately laid down his utensils.
Softly, he inquired, âIf you had found out about the pregnancy sooner, would you have considered an abortion?â
Melissaâs eyes welled with tears.
After a moment, she replied softly, âMr.
Fowler, your memory seems short.
Allow me to remind you.
You were the one who opposed my pregnancy and insisted I use contraception.
â
Marcus fell silent momentarily.
He queried, âSo, Melissa, do you intend to hold a grudge against me forever because of that?â
The deadlock continued between the two sides.
Seated across from each other, they exchanged glances, both changed from three years ago.
Melissa glanced down, struggling to hold back her emotions.
âMaybe itâs time we stopped this back-and-forth, Marcus.
Just let me be.
â
âBut what about Matthew?â