Well...

Marcus tapped his knees with slender fingers, his movements graceful and pleasing. After some contemplation, he proposed, “In that case, the company will Lease an apartment for you nearby. The company will cover the rent. How about allocating $20, @2@ a month? Your responsibilities would simply include preparing meals daily, doing laundry, and ensuring basic sanitation for me."

Melissa considered the proposal with some reservations.

Yet, the appeal of $20, 000 was hard to dismiss. With that sum, she could...

Without explicitly agreeing or declining, she remained silent.

Her lack of a firm response could be interpreted as a form of tacit approval.

In high spirits, Marcus directed the driver, “Head to my apartment near the company."

The driver acknowledged and executed a smooth turn...

Thirty minutes later, the car came to a halt in front of a building.

Marcus gracefully exited the car and gazed at Melissa still inside.

“Why don't you join me?"

Melissa stepped out and approached Marcus, murmuring, "That was quite swift."

Raising an eyebrow, Marcus observed her.

Melissa hastened to add, "Mr. Fowler, your efficiency is truly commendable."

With a composed demeanor, Marcus took the elevator to the top floor with Melissa. As the doors opened, she was taken aback. This duplex spanned at least 400 square meters despite Marcus calling it an apartment.

The warm, beige-colored decor added to the inviting atmosphere.

Observing her sparkling eyes, Marcus reveled in the satisfaction of his vanity. He casually tossed the key card onto the table by the entrance and changed his shoes. "Feel free to choose a bedroom if you like."

In a hushed tone, Melissa murmured, "I could just rent an apartment for myself nearby."

Marcus didn't press the matter. He strolled to the kitchen, examining the well-stocked fridge with an array of fruits, vegetables, and meat.

Casting a reserved glance at Melissa by the doorway, he remarked, "I have a craving for home-cooked meals."