Marcus placed the tampons in her hand, took a step back, and retreated to the main bedroom.

Condoms, a gift from his father, still adorned the bedside table.

Marcus retrieved them, toying with them as a subtle smile played on his Lips.

The truth was, men desired intimacy with the women they fancied.

Despite never having been in a relationship, Marcus wasn't naive.

Formerly a man of simple wants, the daily presence of Melissa inevitably stirred something within him. It was inconceivable for him not to feel things.

Yet he wanted to take things nice and slow.

He wasn't in a rush.

Disposing of the condom boxes on the nightstand, Marcus closed the drawer. Upon raising his gaze, he noticed Melissa tapping at the door.

Her pallid appearance indicated she wasn't feeling well. She had come to bid him farewell.

Clutched in her hand was a bag, likely containing her change of clothes.

Marcus inquired, "Has the pain subsided?"

Despite the lingering pain, the current situation made it untenable for her to remain.

Her dress was soiled, and it could stain his expensive furniture too.

She nodded appreciatively, expressing her gratitude in a hushed tone.

A thoughtful silence enveloped Marcus. Naturally, he could coerce her into staying, but what authority did he have to do so?

As her boss?

That would undoubtedly cast him in an unsavory light.

As her boyfriend?

In truth, there was no formal relationship between them.