Melissa offered a small smile.
Jessie, pausing upon seeing Melissaâs eyes brimming with unshed tears, questioned, âIs it truly worth it? To forsake all you have for Albert? I donât get it, Melissa.
If your heart leans towards Albert, thenâ¦â
âMr.
Waston is merely my boss.
Thereâs nothing more,â Melissa cut in, her voice serene yet firm.
Jessieâs gaze lingered, torn and questioning.
After a moment, Melissa added softly, âYouâre concerned for him.
Why not a visit to Heron? He might need more than just professional assistance; maybe the comfort of company too.
â
This suggestion seemed to unsettle Jessie, who retorted, âIâm involved with someone else now.
â
Nodding, Melissa then decided to drop the subject and stay silent.
Melissa then thought about her own relationship with Marcus.
Her affection for him was undeniable.
But so what?
She would probably never fully open up to him and make that commitment again.
Glancing at her watch, Melissa asked, âShould I pass along any message to Mr.
Waston from you?â
Jessieâs eyes lingered on Melissa, a mix of emotions playing across her face before she declined, âNo! Melissa⦠Knowing youâre there is comforting.
Itâs confusing, really.
I ought to despise him, envy you, yet I find solace in your presence by his side.
I think Iâm going crazy.
â
As Melissa adjusted her scarf and turned to leave, a thought lingered in her mind- True freedom, the kind that allowed one to act on whim, was a luxury not everyone could afford.
She reminded herself to remain cautious, not to fall too deeply or too quickly in love, until she could confidently claim the Liberty to choose love on her own terms.
The recent days had been a whirlwind of passion and sweetness with Marcus, yet their reconciliation seemed premature, failing to address the underlying issues.
This realization brought a sense of sorrow, pondering how swiftly their reconciliation had turned to parting once more.
Melissa couldnât place the blame solely on Marcus or herself, rather, she simply felt a tinge of disappointmentâ¦
At two in the afternoon, her plane took off, charting a course towards Heron.
Upon her arrival, Albert had arranged for his driver to collect Melissa.
Directly from the airport, she headed straight for the Waston Groupâs headquarters.
Exiting the car in front of the towering building, Melissa was met with familiar faces.
Acknowledging their greetings with a nod, she made her way to the elevator, unmoved by the murmurs that followed her ascent.
âSheâs Mr.
Wastonâs trusted advisor! With his rise to power, her promotion is inevitable.
â
âYouâre right!â
Their gossip meant nothing to her.
The elevatorâs slow climb ended at the top floor, ushering her into the tense atmosphere of the meeting room.
Inside the spacious meeting room, Albert sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable.