Melissa crouched down, wrapping him up.
His warmth had a soothing effect on her.
Yvonne joined in, hugging Melissa too.
Yvonne was close with Melissa and she immediately informed her, âDad came over earlier with a load of seafood.
Uncle Marcus is whipping up a feast right now.
â Melissa was taken aback.
After Shawnâs accident last time, Marcus kind of had a beef with him.
So why was he interested in Shawnâs stuff now? But Melissa didnât want to discuss grown-up stuff in front of the kids.
She ushered Matthew and Yvonne inside the villa, and then headed upstairs to change before hitting the kitchen.
Marcus was whipping up some shrimp.
Spotting Melissa, he offered her some, saying, âItâs fresh.
Want to try some?â She sauntered over and asked softly, âWhy are you cooking?â Marcus dodged her question.
Instead, he glanced at her red eyes.
After a beat, he inquired, âDid you run into Weldon at the hospital today?â Her eyes widened.
After a moment, she exclaimed, âYou had someone tailing me?â Marcus didnât deny it.
He carried on cooking and casually mentioned, âEven if Weldonâs on his last legs, I still worry if heâs not six feet under.
What? Iâm just looking out for you and Matthew.
Did I screw up?â Melissa just couldnât stay mad at him! She replied, âYou didnât screw up.
â Marcus grinned, focusing on his culinary skills.
Only then did Melissa notice he was still decked out in a crisp white shirt and suit pants.
Even while cooking, he exuded an air of nobility.
He was so effortlessly handsome! After a while, he finally said, âItâs delicious.
Try some.
â Melissa nibbled on a shrimp.
It was tasty, with juicy meat.
Once done, she requested, âPass me a tissue, will you?â Marcus gazed at her for what felt like ages.
Eventually, he shut off the stove, lifted her chin gently, leaned in, and planted a ki*s on her lips.
Their mouths and teeth danced together.
At first, Melissa hesitated.
After all, people could pop in at any moment, and Marcus had a knack for this kind of thing.