Janet glared at him and answered, âWhat do you think?â
He stared at her for a long time before speaking slowly.
âWhat do I think? Well⦠I think that you love me very muchâ¦â
It was difficult to stay mad- not when his handsome face was so close, his eyes looking at her with affection as he spoke gently.
Janet could only hold out for so long before she folded.
Marcus watched the anger leave her face, her expression softening.
Pulling her closer, he lowered his head and ki*sed her before murmuring, âDonât be mad anymore, okay? Things turned out for the best.
Shawn wonât likely do anything reckless in the future, and Janet has also found her own goal for herself.
I heard from Julie that she got promoted recently.
Shouldnât we be happy for them?â
Melissa nodded in acquiescence.
The next moment, she bit his lip.
âOuch! What was that for? My lips are bleeding!â
Marcus pressed her against the counter, ki*sing her hard and long.
Even when they parted for air, Melissaâs annoyance still lingered and she resisted him.
She leaned against his shoulder and said, âYouâre supposed to be cooking.
â
Marcusâ eyes were burning as he looked at her.
Heat crept over Melissaâs cheeks at his intense gaze.
She broke free and escaped to the living room, turning on the TV to watch the news before dinner was ready.
The report played.
âBusiness giant, Weldon Smith, has died in the hospital this evening due to stomach cancerâ¦â
There was no visible change in Melissaâs expression, but her hands trembled as she gripped the remote.
Footages of Weldon were played on the screen.
There was also one of Vanessa wearing sunglasses, hurriedly walking away from the cameras.
The other members of the Smith family were also there.
Some of them wore grave expressions while others looked angry, mostly because of the unequal distribution of the inheritance.
Heâs finally dead.
It was the only thought running in Melissaâs mind.
Now, she was truly orphaned.
Marcus walked over to her.
He had also seen the news.
He stood behind Melissa quietly for a long time before placing the mutton chop on the table.
âDinner is ready,â he called gently.
It took her some time to snap out of her daze and look at him.
Her eyes were filled with unshed tears.
Marcus smiled gently at her and reached out.
âCome here.
â
Melissa stood up and walked over to him.
Gently holding the wine bottle, she said, âGo grab two glasses.
â
But Marcus stopped her.
âYou donât have to pretend to be calm in front of me.
Thereâs no need for that.
And that man⦠I know you donât like him and even hate him, but itâs completely understandable that you would be emotional after hearing his death.
You donât have to pretend to be indifferent.
Itâs just me here.
â