She remained silent, lowering her head. His unwarranted kindness left her hesitant to embrace it fully.

Seated in the car, Marcus activated the heating.

Melissa experienced a notable improvement in her comfort.

Out of consideration for his car's cleanliness, she gingerly placed a tissue on the seat.

With his attention on the road, Marcus nonchalantly remarked, "Ever heard of a place called the car wash?"

A faint blush tinted Melissa's cheeks.

In reality, Marcus never grasped the distinction between his world and hers.

What he regarded as commonplace, she accepted with the utmost caution.

After a twenty-minute drive, the car halted before an antiquated building. Marcus furrowed his brow, eyeing the dim Lights within.

"Didn't I instruct you to rent a place near my apartment? This residence is five miles away from mine. How is this considered close?

Even mice would shun this place! What's with the $20, @0@ allowance?"

In a hushed tone, Melissa defended herself. "I've never been tardy."

Following a prolonged, scrutinizing gaze, Marcus mumbled, “Indeed, you've never been late, but...

A subtle romantic ambiance permeated the car.

Melissa Lowered her head and kept quiet. Mercifully, he halted and grinned. “I've never encountered someone as fond of money as you.”

Tossing his phone to her, he instructed, "Input your precise address."

After a brief pause, she entered her address. Subsequently, she opened the door and disembarked. Bending slightly, she expressed her gratitude.

Marcus turned his head, offering a reserved nod.

The black Rolls-Royce departed, gradually fading into the night.

Along with its departure, Melissa's smile waned.