Marcus retorted, his tone laced with provocation.
âIâm his father, after all.
Itâs only natural for Matthew to call me Daddy, isnât it?â
Melissa realized Marcus was deliberately trying to upset her.
She had returned the car and refused to meet him, so this was his way of getting back at her.
How petty and irritating he could be!
Suppressing her temper, she responded, âI donât want your car!â
Meanwhile, Julie, who had been listening at the door, beckoned to Matthew with a small bowl in her hand.
Matthew eagerly abandoned his toys and scampered towards her like an excited puppy.
Melissa intended to follow him, but Marcus grabbed her hand.
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Before she could react, Marcus pulled her close, ensnaring her in an awkward embrace.
Lowering his head, he seemed poised to ki*s her.
Fear surged within Melissa, but she spoke softly, her voice trembling with emotion.
âMarcus, are you planning to have an affair with me?
What are you doing? Have you even considered Matthewâs feeling?â
Meeting her gaze, Marcus posed a question of his own.
âWhy didnât you come back to me when you found out you were pregnant?â
Melissa knew Marcus had searched for her at that time.
However, she had chosen to bear the child alone, never returning to resolve the situation.
It wasnât until three years later, when Marcus was involved with Violette, that she reappeared.
Perhaps Melissa was right.
Marcus harbored a deep-seated resentment towards her.
He hated her so much that he⦠Even if he still harbored feelings, he was unwilling to acknowledge them.
Melissa didnât want to argue any further.
Since their breakup, their encounters had been fraught with quarrels.
She struggled against Marcusâ grasp, retorting, âDid I have a choice, Marcus? How could I face you after what you said? You claimed I didnât deserve to marry into the Fowler family.
Do you not remember?â
After uttering those words, Melissa found herself lost in a trance.
Regardless, she didnât want to upset Marcus.
With a sigh, Melissa attempted to diffuse the tension.
âEnough, Marcus.
Letâs let go of each other, shall we? You can continue living your lavish lifestyle, and Iâll raise Matthew on my own.
I promise, weâll never cross paths again.
â
Hearing Melissaâs response, Marcus fell into a contemplative silence.