Entertaining the notion of allowing him to have her, she wondered if it would resolve everything.

She would attain her desires, and Marcus would achieve his.

Yet the contemplation alone left her feeling contemptible.

A soft knock resonated on the door, accompanied by Marcus' voice, urging, “Open the door."

Melissa was taken aback upon hearing Marcus’ voice.

The question echoed in her mind-Why was he here?

Lost in thought, Melissa was jolted when Marcus declared from outside, "If you don't open the door, I'll kick it open. This door's not gonna hold anyway!"

Faced with little choice, Melissa reluctantly rose and opened the door for him.

As the door swung open, she immediately noticed the somber expression on Marcus' face. Although it swiftly reverted to his usual arrogance.

"There's not much room in here," Melissa said in a low murmur.

Marcus peered into the attic, discovering its confined space, measuring less than 40 square meters.

However, despite its size, the area was impeccably clean and orderly.

Unfazed by the modest surroundings, he brought the bag inside. His upscale, tailored attire stood in stark contrast to her humble place, yet he seemed entirely at ease. Within the attic, Marcus retrieved a medicine box from the bag, declaring, "Painkillers. You know how to take them, right?"

Melissa, still bewildered, gazed at him without comprehension.

The perplexity lingered as she questioned why someone of his stature insisted on visiting and why he paid no mind to their differing worlds.

Quietly, her eyes welled with redness.

"You seem surprised?" he inquired as Melissa struggled to grasp the unexpected situation.

Wearing a condescending expression, Marcus quipped, “Need your boss to fetch you some water?"

Shaking her head, Melissa replied, "Of course not, Mr. Fowler.

Besides, you don't have to be so considerate."