Upon reflection, Marcus realized that Ross was the one who disclosed the secret.

However, being in a positive mood at the moment, Marcus chose not to make a big deal out of it. Curiosity piqued, he opened the bag, revealing an assortment of items inside.

The contents included a bottle of fine red wine, a box of renowned brand ice cream, and two boxes of condoms.

Marcus held one in his hand, studying it in silence for a while before breaking into a smile.

Just as he was about to set it aside, Melissa approached.

Intending to inquire about his preferences, her eyes fell upon the box of condoms in his hand, causing her face, ears, and all to blush spontaneously.

Marcus' gaze held a certain depth. After a brief pause, he extended the box of ice cream towards her, stating, "Old Mr. Fowler ordered this for you."

Old Mr. Fowler? As in Waylen Fowler?

Wasn't he Marcus' father?

Melissa couldn't fathom why Waylen would order ice cream for her.

Lost in thought, Melissa's gaze involuntarily shifted to the box in Marcus' hand. Marcus, noticing her gaze, lowered his head and chuckled. “Don't worry. It's not meant for you."

Clutching the ice cream, Melissa contemplated making a hasty exit.

However, one of Marcus’ arms tenderly restrained her, his warm breath caressing her ear. “Although, I wouldn't mind sharing if you're interested."

Before Melissa could protest, he strolled into the main bedroom, condoms in hand.

Left to her own devices, Melissa stood there, a sense of unease settling upon her.

The precarious nature of her relationship with him was palpable.

Necessity drove her to push through, for she needed the money.

Yet in moments of reflection, she questioned whether her daily commitment to chores and his demands stemmed solely from the paychecks and bonuses.

Indeed, she was well aware that this apartment offered a comforting warmth, providing her with a complete sense of relaxation.

She enjoyed the best of it, even though it would never be truly hers.