NovelBarMarcus tapped her head and smiled. “There will always be occasions.
When we get married, my mother will probably take you to all sorts of gatherings. And don't worry; I'l take care of Matthew at home.” “Do | have to attend those parties?” Melissa asked, a smile playing on her Lips.
He leaned in and ki*sed her. He sounded somewhat distant. “Possibly” Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated for All Books Updates...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter he said that, he patted her and gestured for her to change clothes.
After taking off her makeup, Melissa took a quick shower, and then wore some comfortable clothes. Upon returning to the living room, she found Marcus had already prepared two bowls of noodles, which smelled really good.
Melissa sat down and glanced up at Marcus. “When did you Learn to cook?” “Do you really want to know?” Eagles She nodded, her gaze fixed on him.
After a moment, Marcus casually remarked, “During my time at Livebop,
1 was swamped with work every day. | couldn't get accustomed to the local food there, and since | didn't have a personal chef, | taught myself to cook.” He was intelligent, and his culinary skills surpassed Melissa's.
Even the plain noodles tasted delicious. When Melissa took a bite, her hand was grabbed. She glanced up to see Marcus gazing at her intently.
“Do you like it?" With a gentle smile, she replied, “Yes” After watching her for a moment, Marcus grinned and suggested, “Have more since you like it.” Concerned about her figure, she only ate half of the noodles.
Once she finished, she tidied up the table while Marcus headed for a shower. Whenever she entered the main bedroom, she felt a twinge of unease. They had a child together, but she had never slept in this bed before.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAnd Marcus had a strong sexual desire.
Just the thought made Melissa's face flush. To distract herself, she pulled out her phone to sort out some tasks for the next day.
Lost in her work, she didn't notice Marcus emerging from the bathroom.
He hugged her, one hand holding her close while the other gently took away her phone. “Why are you still working so late?” he inquired.
She felt helpless.
He sat on the sofa, pulled her onto his lap, and handed her a towel.
“Help me dry my hair” he requested.
It was late at night.
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