She feared the potential exacerbation of her feelings if she sought answers.

She feared the realization that her desires might be something others cast aside.

However, Melissa persevered, tending to customers, handling transactions, and procuring breakfast despite her weary body. Day after day, Melissa navigated this challenging existence.

In a hushed tone, Sophia finally muttered, "Fool!"

With her luggage in tow, she departed briskly.

Melissa glanced up and spotted someone familiar. The recognition hovered at the edge of her consciousness but elusively slipped away.

Eventually, she lowered her head, completing the transaction and returning the change to the customer.

In the suite on the top floor, Sylvia retrieved the spare key card and opened the door.

Upon entering, thick smoke greeted her, but fortunately, there was no trace of alcohol.

She believed Marcus had exercised some restraint.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor, prompting Sylvia to pick them up and fold them up one by one. Eventually, she discovered Marcus in the main bedroom.

Although Sylvia held the position of Marcus’ chief secretary, she rarely delved into his daily affairs.

Marcus preferred not to have his secretary assume such responsibilities.

Yet he had summoned her, indicating a need for care. His appearance was disheveled, and his face was pallid.

"Mr. Fowler?"

Sylvia extended her hand, brushing Marcus' forehead, detecting a slight warmth-evidence of a fever.

Marcus stirred, his voice hoarse.

"You're here. Summon a doctor for me."

Closing his eyes, he added, “I'm experiencing a mild stomach ache and dizziness. Summon the hotel doctor and arrange breakfast."

After a moment's contemplation, Sylvia suggested, “I noticed there's a diner across the street. Shall I have some wonton soup delivered?"