âWhy arenât you putting up a fight?â
Marcusâ voice was soft as if it was meant only for her ears in the quiet of the night.
âYou want this, donât you?â
Her cheeks flushed.
She rested her hand on his shoulder.
âI need to get inside.
â
But her effort was feeble against him.
Marcus didnât budge; instead, he leaned in and ki*sed her soft Lips.
With tenderness, he whispered, âDonât stay out all night anymore.
â
Then, he released her.
Melissa made her way to the villa, with Marcus trailing behind, composed and unhurried.
Melissa found herself puzzled by Marcusâ behavior.
Upon returning to the main bedroom where Matthew lay, Marcus unexpectedly followed.
She glanced at him.
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Marcus stayed silent, his eyes growing darker.
As she bent over to check on the child, he spoke, his voice close to her.
His tone was earnest, gentle, like any husband talking to his wife.
âMatthew still cannot leave Julie.
You werenât here last night.
He cried for you.
And I didnât want to disturb Julie.
â
Marcusâ hand grazed Melissaâs slender waist.
âHow about letting Julie move in here and look after Matthew? She can bring Yvonne here.
And if Janet agrees, she can stay here too.
â
Melissa felt uneasy.
Keeping Julie and her family apart wasnât a good idea.
But they were both working and did need someone to look after Matthew.
Melissa mulled it over, not noticing Marcus still had his hand on her waist.
Finally, she nibbled her lip and spoke up.
âThen letâs have Julie and Yvonne over.
Yvonneâs at school Monday to Friday.
We can handle Matthew on the weekends by ourselves and give Julie a break.
â
It was a rare moment of peaceful agreement between them.
Marcus regarded Melissa in silence.
Then, a smile crept onto his face.
âThatâs mighty considerate of you.
Alright, letâs go with your plan.
Melissa was taken aback.
Normally, Marcus would tease her relentlessly.
But today, he was acting out of character.