If anything happened to him, she'd be responsible. Yet, intervening seemed like a dangerous option too.

In the end, she decided to wait outside.

Soon after, the doctor from the hotel infirmary arrived, intending to check on Marcus.

The sounds from the master bedroom left him stunned.

Sylvia, cheeks flushed, managed a professional smile. "Mr. Fowler hasn't seen his girlfriend in a while. Their enthusiasm is understandable. Could you perhaps leave some fever-reducing medicine?

I'll make sure Mr. Fowler gets it later."

This was exactly what the doctor hoped for.

He quickly set down the medicine and hurried off.

After seeing the doctor out, Sylvia placed the medicine on the coffee table, left a note, and departed.

Melissa was there, after all.

Back in the bedroom, the mood was intensely romantic.

Marcus and Melissa had been intimate twice. Afterwards, Marcus felt his fever receding, and he no longer felt unwell. ALL he wanted now was something to eat.

Marcus wrapped his arms around Melissa from behind, planting a kiss on her slender shoulder.

Men often harbored a bit of mischief, and Marcus was no exception.

Although he was upset with Melissa, the fact that it was her first time softened his anger significantly.

In a raspy voice, he suggested, “If you want, I'll take responsibility."

He was implying that they should get married.

Melissa understood his meaning. Her thoughts were jumbled, but a part of her wanted to say yes.

"What's the matter? Don't you want to be with me?"

His demeanor had shifted entirely. Gone was the toughness of last night, and the playful teasing he usually indulged in. Now, he was exceptionally gentle.