âIâll drive you to the office,â he offered.
Melissa stared at him for a moment before sinking back into the bed.
She simply couldnât muster the strength to get up.
With a smile, Marcus approached and sat on the edge of the bed.
His hand slipped under the covers, but Melissa quickly covered it, preventing him from touching her.
She groaned softly, âI canât do it anymore.
There is a meeting in the company this morning.
All the materials are with me.
â
When she said this, her face flushed.
Marcus gently brushed her eyebrows with his slender fingers and suggested, âIf youâre feeling too exhausted, you could resign.
Iâll provide you with a sum of money, and you can pursue whatever you desire with it.
â
However, Melissa had different plans.
For the past six months, she had been diligently working on a partnership proposal with Summit Ltd, and it was nearing completion.
Once the contract was signed, she would become a partner at the Waston Group.
This would not only enhance her worthiness to Marcus but also boost her confidence when standing by his side.
But she also understood that Marcus didnât want her to remain at the Waston Group.
Melissa reclined against the headboard and said softly, âMr.
Waston will return to Heron to oversee operations next year.
Iâll remain in Duefron and likely take charge of the local branch company.
Marcus, perhaps itâs best not to intertwine business and personal affairs.
â
She understood that the more she gained, the more she had to sacrifice.
Melissa was unlike Marcusâ mother, Rena.
Rena came from a prominent family and had supported the Fowler family significantly in Waylenâs absence.
Melissa, on the other hand, had nothing.
How could she convince herself that she could peacefully coexist with Marcus?
Simply because of his affection?
Or the child she bore for him?
In reality, these factors were unreliable.
Only by establishing her own career could she truly assert independence from him.
She wanted to stand by his side as his equal.
Once Melissa finished talking, Marcus clearly didnât want to argue.
He gently touched her cheek and said, âAlright, weâll discuss this next year.
â
It was rare for him to be so open and communicative, which made her heart sing.
Since they reconnected, he had been more proactive.
While she usually didnât take the lead in getting close to him, now she felt a desire to be intimate.
As she sat on his lap, his dark eyes clouded.
âMelissa, do you realize what youâre doing?â
He whispered in her ear and his breath tickled her skin.
âYouâre treading on thin ice.
â
She wrapped her arms around his neck, lifted her head, and ki*sed his smooth chin.
He smelled of aftershave.
Marcus didnât respond but glanced down at her.
Melissaâs cheeks were flushed.
Shy but determined, she continued to ki*s him deeply.
Eventually, he gently removed the thin blanket covering her, cupped her face, and deepened the ki*s.
His voice was soft.
âWeâll leave at half past eight.
That means we still have thirty minutes.
Melissa, where did you pick up these skills?â