Melissa then sat down to start eating.

Giving her a disdainful glance, Marcus condescendingly remarked, “Did I say you can sit down and eat? I haven't got anything to eat!"

Hastily setting down the food, Melissa replied, "I'll order takeout for you."

Evidently displeased with takeout, Marcus scrutinized her once more.

Grabbing his phone, he ordered French cuisine from a five-star hotel with a bottle of red wine.

While waiting for the food, he lounged in front of the TV and instructed her to tidy up the bedroom flatly.

Melissa swapped her shoes and stepped inside.

Upon entering, she found herself slightly taken aback. The space was clearly occupied, exuding the scent of someone's living presence.

A man's shirt lay on the large white bed.

She reached for the shirt, intending to put it into the laundry basket, only to discover beneath it a pair of black briefs.

It was made of pure cotton.

It bore the faint scent of recent wear, carrying a hint of masculinity that brought a blush to her cheeks.

She pondered whether she would be responsible for cleaning such intimate items in the future.

Cooking class, flower arrangement class and everything... No matter how oblivious Melissa might have been, she could comprehend Marcus implicit expectations, even if he refrained from verbalizing them.

At that moment, an impulse to escape surged within Melissa.

Yet, when she turned around, she found Marcus leaning against the doorway, silently gazing at her. After a pause, he said, “You don't need to handle that. I stayed up late last night and forgot to attend to it."

Melissa breathed a sigh of relief.

She lowered her gaze and murmured, "Then I'll place it in the bathroom for you."

Marcus remained silent. As she emerged from the bathroom, he said softly, "You're welcome to stay here if you want. There are five rooms available."

Melissa gently shook her head.