There stood Marcus, impably dressed. Noticing Melissa hiding her face, he offered a gentle smile and cheerfully announced, “Morning! Breakfast is ready!”
At the sound of his voice, Melissa sat up and yfullyined, “Why didn''t you wake me up earlier?” “I thought you must be exhausted fromst night,” Marcus replied slowly.
Melissa found herself at a loss for words.
“I''ve informed your assistant. You won''t need to head to the office until afternoon,” Marcus added in a soft voice.
Melissa paused to look at Marcus, and theny back. Her gaze fixed on the ceiling and she showed no interest in leaving the bed. She was indeed feeling the aftereffects of their night together. She felt so sore.
Marcus entered and took a seat next to her. He gently pulled the nket off Melissa''s face and said softly, “It''s important to have breakfast, even if you''re not working this morning. Later, we will go to your apartment to bring your things here. This ce has plenty of room and is veryfortable, and you know how much Matthew enjoys being here” In the past, Melissa would have tly refused such an offer from him.
This time, however, she didn''t argue or say anything in response.
Instead, she simply gazed at Marcus.
He softly stroked her cheek and urged, “Go get ready for the day. You''ll find your clothes in the dressing room.” Attempting to get up, Melissa realized she was only wearing Marcus’ shirt.
The thought made her shy.
With a gentle smile, Marcus touched her cheek and teased, “What? It''s not like I haven''t gotten a chance to see you like this before.”
“That''s not the same thing!” Melissa protested.
lust then, Matthew''s voice from another room interrupted them. Marcus reassured her with a gentle pat and excused himself, “Alright, Ill check on Matthew.” Concerned about Matthew, Melissa quickly followed Marcus out of the bedroom.
In the guest room, they found Matthew sitting on therge bed with a small box resting beside him.
Inside the box was a sparkling diamond ring, next to whichy an old receipt.
Matthew, too young to understand the writing, simply stared at the receipt with curious eyes.. He was even about to fold it into a paper airne.
Marcus approached the little boy.
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That was a slip that showed where Melissa purchased birth control, a piece of paper he''d held onto for quite some time.
With his little legs apart, Matthew was busy trying to craft a paper airne from the slip. Upon noticing Marcus, he lifted his gaze and inquired with curiosity, “Daddy, what is this?” The moment Melissa caught sight of the slip, her eyes met Marcus’, and suddenly, the air around them felt tense.
Marcus let out a sigh.
He couldn''t possibly exin to Matthew what the slip meant! However, stumbling upon it wasn''t entirely bad.
It was time to let it go! ncing towards Melissa, Marcus said in a gentle tone, “Go freshen up.
Il take care of him." Before she walked away, Melissa couldn''t help but give the receipt onest look. She was rather speechless.
Marcus Fowler, what a weirdo! As they sat down for breakfast, Julie''s call came through. Melissa chose not to share the events of the previous night and instead fabricated a different story. Then she ended the call.
Marcus fixed his gaze on her and inquired, “So? You prefer Julie stays in the dark about us?” “It''s not that! I just don''t want her fretting over me,” Melissa exined.
Without another word, Marcus poured her a ss of milk. As Melissa sipped it slowly, she mentioned, “I have something crucial to attend to this morning. Could we sort out the movement of my stuffter in the evening?” Marcus felt a surge of happiness knowing Melissa was willing to move in with him.
With a soft smile, he responded, “Okay, it''s your call” Following those words, Melissa went back to finishing her breakfast.
Afterwards, she assisted Matthew in setting his te on the table and
patiently showed him how to use a fork. Matthew was clever and well- behaved.
Melissa found herself captivated by the young boy for a long while.
The thought of separating from Matthew was something she still couldn''t bear...