Yet, her intuition hinted at a distinct change in Marcus' behavior towards her.

As was the case today, he intended to play golf, yet he was dressed in formal attire.

He possessed a striking handsomeness.

He was truly radiant.

Melissa had contemplated clarifying matters with Marcus, but he had never engaged in anything beyond occasional sternness and frequent requests for overtime.

Expressing her thoughts would undoubtedly be viewed as disrespect in such a case.

After careful consideration, she opted to suppress her thoughts.

Marcus closed his eyes to rest, sensing the gaze from the person beside him. The wariness in Melissa's eyes resembled a rabbit scrutinizing a wolf-an intriguing sight.

Upon opening his eyes, he retrieved something from the console and tossed it into her hands.

It was an apple.

The idea of a rabbit nibbling on an apple must have amused him.

Melissa cradled the apple in her hands, uncertain of its intended purpose. Was it meant for her?

Marcus smoothed the creases of his suit pants and uttered slowly, "You don't like it? Well, then, let's opt for French cuisine."

Summoning her courage, Melissa asked, "Mr. Fowler, aren't you supposed to play golf?"

“That's been canceled now.

On another note, I've decided to move to an apartment near the company. I'm not too fond of the idea of a housekeeper. How about this? You move in and look after me."

Marcus mentioned it casually, leaving Melissa stupefied.

Residing in his apartment and caring for him?

Wasn't that akin to living together?

Of course, Melissa didn't dare to utter such rebellious words to her boss. In a hushed tone, she could only timidly resist, “I'm not accustomed to living in someone else's place.”