Marcus waited patiently for her answer.
After a while, Melissa cleared her throat and said firmly, âI like it here.
I donât want to move.
If your
parents miss Matthew, I can drop him off to stay with them for a few days-that is, if Matthewâs okay with it.
â
With burning eyes, Marcus asked in a hoarse voice, âWeâre both single, Melissa.
More importantly, we have a child together.
Whatâs stopping you from giving us a chance to start over?â
âI just donât want to think about it at the moment.
â
Melissa turned to look at him helplessly.
âCanât you see? Thereâs a huge gap between us, Marcus!â
Upon hearing this, Marcusâ shoulders slumped and he leaned back against the wall, falling deep into thought.
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After a while, he looked at Melissaâs reflection in the mirror and asked softly, âDid you ever stop to think about our son? If we donât get married, then Matthew wonât have the right to inherit anything from the Fowler family.
Sooner or later, Iâll have to marry someone, and by thenâ¦â
Suppressing her sadness, Melissa raised her head and locked eyes with him in the mirror.
âIâd never try to stop you from getting married, Marcus.
And as for Matthew, I just want him to live a happy life.
Whether he stands to inherit the Fowler family wealth or not, it doesnât matter to me.
â
But it mattered a lot to Marcus.
He loved Melissa, and he loved Matthew.
Naturally, he hoped that his son could inherit everything he had to offer.
Unconvinced, Melissa was about to walk away.
Marcus stopped her and pleaded, âYou donât have to move in with me, okay? You can just stay here if you want.
Just donât try to leaveâ¦â
Melissa attempted to push Marcus away, but failed.
The overbearing man leaned over to ki*s her.
But before their lips could touch, Julieâs voice came from right outside the door, âMr.
Fowler, Miss Ramos just passed by to drop off some clothes.
â
Marcus grunted in response.
Looking back at Melissa, he said earnestly, âLetâs talk about this later.
I have an important meeting this morning, so I have to run!â
Without giving her a chance to protest, he rushed out of the bathroom to get his clothes.
After getting dressed, Marcus went to the bedside and pecked the sleeping Matthew on the forehead.
Then he was about to rush out the door when Julie stopped him, insisting that he have something for breakfast first.
Glancing at his watch, Marcus gave in and hurriedly grabbed a sandwich from the table.
In the car, he browsed through the financial news while cramming the sandwich into his mouth.
Sylvia couldnât help but ask curiously, âMr.
Fowler, is the sandwich that good? Youâre practically inhaling it.
â
Marcus nodded wordlessly.
Only then did Sylvia remembered that Julie used to run a diner.