Marcus stood in the dim corridor, while Melissa quietly leaned against the closed door.

Tears trickled down from the corners of her eyes.

She wasn't heartless. Someone who treated her so well and was willing to tolerate her actions- of course, she would be touched.

Yet, she couldn't commit to being with him.

After all, their worlds were too different.

The following day, at the Fowler Group, Marcus occupied the CEO's office.

Seated in a leather chair, he leaned back and tapped the desk with his slender fingers.

As the clock struck ten, there was no sign of Melissa.

Marcus leaned over and pressed the intercom button, inquiring, "Has Melissa arrived?"

His chief secretary responded, "Not yet. Mr. Fowler, do you want me to call her and check?"

Marcus casually remarked, “No.”

He had attempted to contact Melissa, but her phone was switched off.

Concern crossed his mind. Was she unwell?

He regretted leaving her alone the previous night, considering the cold and somber atmosphere. Could she truly be sick?

Without a moment's hesitation, Marcus stood up, grabbed his car key, and left the office.

Sylvia approached him, stating, "Mr. Fowler, the meeting is about to commence."

"Postpone it," Marcus declared without hesitation.

Sylvia, having worked for Marcus for several years, sensed that the situation might be related to Melissa. She considered Melissa to be a formidable presence in Marcus' life.

As Marcus descended the stairs, he made another attempt to call Melissa, but her phone remained off.

Frustrated, he tossed the phone aside, put on a serious expression, and drove to Melissa's residence.