Marcus' gaze was intense. Stretching out his legs casually, he countered, “Actually, why don't you feed me?"

Those girls were dumbfounded.

How was this possible?

But upon scrutinizing Marcus, their chatter ceased. They couldn't deny his striking looks, surpassing any celebrity gracing the pages of magazines.

His attire seemed out of place in a such a modest cafe, and the woman beside him, dressed plainly, resembled a secretary... A CEO and his secretary... on a date at a cefe?