NovelBarChapter 2921 The air hung heavy, a palpable tension between them.
Melissa's earlier passion, once aflame in Marcus’ indifferent embrace, now felt like a distant memory. The heat of their intimacy had faded, leaving a cold, awkward silence.
Embarrassment washed over Melissa.
Her lips quivered as she struggled with the desire to reveal her true identity to Marcus, yet each time the words neared escape, they retreated unspoken.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMarcus’ harsh declaration that their fleeting encounter was worth two million dollars severed any lingering ties.
In that moment, their relationship crumbled to dust.
Regret gnawed at Melissa. Perhaps her journey to Duefron was a mistake. Maybe it was better to let Marcus harbor his disdain, believing her to be superficial. Hatred, she reasoned, would eventually fade, leaving her as the sole custodian of their shared memories.
Clutching the quilt closer, Melissa removed her ring, placing it on the bedside table.
It never truly belonged to her.
Rising from the bed, she dressed unhurriedly, indifferent to her exposed skin. Her clothes, damp from the rain earlier, clung uncomfortably to her body, but her desire to leave overshadowed any discomfort.
Escape was all she yearned for now, as fervently as she had once craved his presence. Her hands trembled slightly as she fastened the last button...
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Marcus watched her, his gaze unyielding.
Finally clothed, Melissa bid him farewell, a finality in her tone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThis, she believed, was their last encounter.
“I'm leaving. You won't be troubled by me again.” Marcus remained still, the dim light casting shadows across his once tender, now indifferent features. His eyes, once warm, now held traces of animosity.
As Melissa approached the guest room door, Marcus’ voice halted her.
“yadt.” Her body tensed.
Approaching, Marcus extended a check from the tea table.
It was for ten million.
He placed it in her hand with a chilling detachment. “Remember to take the pill." Tears brimmed in Melissa's eyes, but she lifted her head slightly, refusing to let them fall.
After a moment, she steadied her voice and replied, “Mr. Fowler, I'l remember the pill. As for the check, | don't need it."
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