However, instead of getting angry, Marcus chuckled softly and rested his big palm on her belly⦠Then he smiled with satisfaction.
The following day, Melissa woke up early.
As soon as she peeled her eyes open, she met Marcusâ tender gaze.
She didnât know how long he had been staring at her like this, and she felt somewhat creeped out.
âDid you sleep well?â
Marcusâ voice was hoarse, as though he too had just woken up.
Thinking of his wet clothes from last night, Melissa got out of the bed and said, âIâll put your clothes in the dryer so that you can leave before Julie gets up!â
But Marcus stopped her and said lazily, âSylvia will send me new clothes later.
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Melissa was dumbfounded.
âSylviaâs coming over?â
Lying in bed, Marcus gently patted Matthew, who was sleeping soundly on his chest.
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He looked at the little boy dotingly and answered, âYeah, sheâll drop by to deliver the clothes.
Got a problem with that?â
That certainly wasnât what she meant.
Melissa just didnât want others to know about their relationship.
As these thoughts whirled around in her mind, Melissa kept silent.
Marcus stared at her for a while before finally sighing, âMelissa, you can reject me all you want, but I donât want people to think that Matthewâs fatherless! I have to let everyone know that Matthewâs my son!â Hearing this, Melissa didnât know what to say.
Then he broke into a grin and added in a teasing tone, âWhy the long face?
Donât you want your son to have a father in his life? Or are you worried that thisâll affect your chances with other men?â
Melissaâs expression instantly darkened, but she was too pissed to come back with a proper retort.
In the end, since she realized that itâd be impossible to change Marcusâ mind about this matter, she chose to simply ignore him.
With a huff, she stormed off to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.
Marcus watched her leave, a playful look flashing in his eyes.
He then carefully placed Matthew on the bed, slipped out from under the covers, and stealthily followed Melissa into the bathroom.
Before Melissa could understand what was going on, Marcus had already shut and locked the bathroom door behind him.
Hugging her from behind, Marcus looked at her in the mirror.
Melissa still chose to ignore him, lowering her head to wash her face.
Just then, his deep voice rumbled in the small bathroom.
âThis apartment is tiny.
Why donât you two move into my place this weekend? Thereâs a nice park nearby, as well as a good kindergarten.
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Casting a glance at him, Melissa didnât respond immediately; instead, she busied herself wiping her face with a towel.