NovelBarChapter 2767 ost in thought, Melissa's gaze involuntarily shifted to the box in Marcus’ hand. Marcus, noticing her gaze, lowered his head and chuckled. “Don’t worry. It's not meant for you.” Clutching the ice cream, Melissa contemplated making a hasty exit.
However, one of Marcus’ arms tenderly restrained her, his warm breath caressing her ear. “Although, | wouldn't mind sharing if you're interested.” Before Melissa could protest, he strolled into the main bedroom, condoms in hand.
Left to her own devices, Melissa stood there, a sense of unease settling upon her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe precarious nature of her relationship with him was palpable.
Necessity drove her to push through, for she needed the money.
Yet in moments of reflection, she questioned whether her daily commitment to chores and his demands stemmed solely from the paychecks and bonuses.
AngelasLibrary Indeed, she was well aware that this apartment offered a comforting warmth, providing her with a complete sense of relaxation.
She enjoyed the best of it, even though it would never be truly hers.
Following a prolonged silence, a figure appeared at the bedroom door.
Marcus, having just concluded his shower, nonchalantly donned a white bathrobe. Leaning against the door, he observed her and remarked, “The ice cream is on the verge of melting” Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated for All Books Updates...
Snapping back to reality, she whispered, “I'l head to the kitchen to indulge.” “Sit in the dining room. After savoring your treat, you can resume cooking.” Thankfully, once he concluded his instructions, he retreated to the main bedroom. Subsequently, the muffled sounds of music and dialogue emanated from within, indicating his choice of movie.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMelissa inhaled audibly.
Clutching the ice cream, she ambled to the table, took a seat, and meticulously unfolded the box.
The smooth and creamy flavor deviated from her accustomed experience.
She savored it in small, deliberate spoonfuls, ensuring none of it went to waste.
The ice cream proved substantial and was meant to be shared by two.
Melissa devoured it entirely though.
As she prepared the mutton, a sudden wave of pain gripped her stomach. Unable to endure any longer, she made her way to the bedroom door and uttered weakly, “Mr. Fowler, I'm not feeling well.
Can | leave early?” Marcus, reclining against the headboard while engrossed in a movie, lifted his head upon hearing her.
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